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440 Lorimer Street. Back to Brooklyn. I wore the same green dress all the time, and supported myself handing out flyers in Times Square for an off-Broadway show about Elvis. I had to wear a poodle skirt. I spent all my earnings on cheap wine and cocaine.
Jimmy claimed he lived in a loft because of the ceilings, but it was definitely a studio.
Cleanliness: Disaster. Didn’t own bed sheets.
House Rules: If you were dressed better than him (read: wearing a shirt and anything but flannel pajama pants), he’d make fun of you.
Would you stay there again?: You avoid his block altogether.