A Lesson in Love
When it’s too Baffling & Scary to Let Love In

It was the summer of 1980 and the East Village was a stomping ground. My college friends and I were regulars at the Grassroots Tavern. I frequented Grassroots and many other NYC clubs and bars since I was fourteen. I felt most alive when wasted and reckless at venues like Max’s Kansas City, Hurrah’s, The Mudd Club and Danceteria. New York was a creative…