My first apartment on Bedford and South 1^st, in Willie B, Brooklyn, was where I understood what it would be like to have a space that was not connected to my immediate family. It was big, spacious, clean and cheap. Outside was another world! When KRS 1 sang, “The girlies are free cause the crack cost money” I understood completely what he meant! I often and secretly wished many times that a barbarian-ish diva would arrive one day and vanquish the knuckleheads and dealers on my block. While never wanting to be thought of as a punk… real gunshots can test anybody’s courage.

Part of “Brooklyn Tales” Show