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I worked with a guy who liked to flash his short term stays, but man was he creepy. About 5'4", 60 or so, bald, but he wore a toupee or sometimes a skully. He owned a former hotel in the historic area and would rent out rooms to artists in residence. He greeted a cellist at the door naked when she came to pay her rent. She threw the check in the room and ran away.
He was a librarian by trade, and had generations of family money. I always thought he was gay.
I actually lived just a few blocks from him, and a block more were the palace gardens. All very southern Nights in the Gardens of Good and Evil stuff.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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