Dearest) and i really don't care enough about other events to read books that 
usually fall into the True Crime genre (yes, i'm that shallow). the only reason i ever picked this one up was because John made me watch the movie that had been made about the book, Party Monster. the movie was absolutely amazing. it was so surreal and so incredibly strange and tragically funny that i figured it had to be fictional. i didn't remember any of the events happening. i've never been big on current events and keeping up with the news, don't ask me why. i have no idea what's happening in the middle east, but i'm a whiz at Name that Tune! anyway, the entire affair was all new to me. i found the book at B & N and absolutely devoured it. this was one of the most unbelievably well written books i've ever read. wait, before you scoff, hear me out... as i've mentioned , i'm a complete and total spaz. perhaps one of the worst gay men in all of New York. this really isn't news nor is it a new occurrence; i've always been this way. having read this book, i experienced the entire drug-fueled Club Kid phenomenon (that i'd not been a part of, and never would) from a remarkably lucid first hand perspective. his account of what it's like to be on K and E and dozens of other drugs is (according to a friend) incredibly accurate. overall, the book is incredibly funny, witty and clever. it chronicles the events leading up to (and the aftermath of) the murder of a drug dealer by the uncontested king of clubs, Michael Alig. the police's ambivalance and the press' involvment are highlighted with panache and verbal dexterity. even Alig's descent into the very depths of heroin and crack addiction are told with amazing insight and surprising humor. he's such an entertaining and fabulous writer that you almost forget the subject matter that fueled the book. i had no idea who the people were when i started reading , but St. James does such a phenomenal job establishing his real-life "cast of characters" that by the end it was impossible not to feel even the slightest emotional connection to all of those involved. it almost made me lament that i'd not been a part of the Club Kid movement of the 80's and 90's. almost.
"The death of a disco dancer Well, it happens a lot 'round here And if you think Peace Is a common goal That goes to show How little you know The death of a disco dancer Well, I'd rather not get involved I never talk to my neighbour I'd rather not get involved "~ Death of a Disco Dancer (the Smiths)
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Ok, that has to be the funniest POST ever! :)
You are funny, in so many ways. Actually, endearing is what I would say.
I had the pleasure (or is that displeasure, naw, PLEASURE as I was BIG into the club kid scene (my friends were club kids, I was just a "Club Kid wannabe" NERD) ) of partying with St James, Richie Rich at the several parties hosted in town back in the day.
That gurl in Dallas, Brooke, she was another person acquaintance of long back.
Anywho, I have to say, the movie was amuzing, but it was totally not true. It generalized many things about what happened and even made Brooke look bad, I thought and she TOTALLY NOT that way.
I guess it took a bit of a Hollywood spin...but me being part of that scene, it was not anything like it was portrait on film.
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