Finally tracked down Em, by using her
. . . greenhell@gmail.com
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We met in McSwiggans and she showed up in Chrissie Hynde mode. Jet-black hair, kohl makeup, a tiny gold guitar brooch on her black leather jacket, and, if I’m not mistaken, a ripped Vivienne Westwood black T-shirt. It said on the front
. . . this is a ripped Westwood T-shirt.
I was post Guard 1970.
As in item 1834, black 501s, and a sour expression. I said,
“You’ve covered all the icons there I think.”
She struck a pose, said,
“Brass in pocket.”
For a vague tense moment, it seemed we might hug but it evaporated. She shouted,
“Yo, barkeep, service before the fall.”
Then she leaned over and gave me a forceful puck in the chest, said,
“You shithead, how many months are you gone under the radar?”
We ordered a co
