Several years ago I received an invitation to the Bowie Ball.
A homage to David Bowie’s Glam Years on Columbus Day at Le Poisson Rouge or Red Fish.
I had nothing to wear.
My gold Elvis suit is history. My platform shoes were tossed in 1975. I was so out I can never be in for the In Crowd, unless I showed up with quaaludes.
And those I do have.
Three from a 1974 jar of Rorer 714s.
Those originals pleasure pills grant credence to everyone.
Even to old queens.
“Oh, I love ‘ludes.”
And I have three.
Two for me and one for Ziggy Stardust.
But let’s not forget Slade.
RUN RUN AWAY