This was my favorite house on Earth. We lived here from 1966 to 1971, in Cleveland, OH. My bedroom window is there at the top left, behind the tree. I had my first orgasm there, my first period, my first crush on a girl, my first crush on a boy -- many, many firsts. I first fell in love with my biological father in that bedroom. It was after a dream I had about him in the fall of 1966, when I was 6 years old -- decades before I knew who he was. I was happier in that house than I've ever been in my life (so far! The century's young, gang.)



Here is me in midtown Manhattan, coming out of a diner & lighting up in 1984. The photo was taken by Scot Gamble.



Here is me with some band mates, when I used to play in the folk clubs in the Village. We're in my apartment on E. 12th Street, February 1984. My girlfriend Valerie took this photo.



This was a lighting test Polaroid from a photo shoot back in 1995 or so. I ended up liking this test shot better than any of the actual photos they took of me that night. It was so frustrating. And a really long, grueling, fruitless shoot.



I love this photo! It still cracks me up. I am 25 here. I look so goofy. No make-up, my hair is just sticking up all over, my face at a strange angle. And that magazine photo of Keith looks huge! Paul Martin was visiting from Washington DC, Thanksgiving 1985, and he'd bought me a Polaroid camera as an early Christmas present. We took tons of photos that week. Thank God, b/c now he's dead and all I have are the memories. The photo was taken in my bedroom on E. 12th Street. Just above my head out of view is what used to be my favorite photo of Jim Carroll. And the photo to the left of Keith was a great photo of Lou Reed.