I can't remember the name of the girl I was Compuserve chatting with on that cold February night in 1994 --- but she seemed very knowledgable about the NYC music scene and all the shenanigans therein. I have a pretty good "BS Detector" and this chick wasn't setting off my radar --- she just knew too many damn details and could rattle them off like an ace prosecutor. She says Christie Brinkley went to Dave's hotel in 1982 to fuck his brains out, and I believe her, even after all these years.
Just gotta be that way.
Just gotta be that way.
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