Despite all of today's glitz, Yorkville was then a pit of suffering. Young people hoping for a break and then forced to turn tricks to buy drugs to feed a habit they did not foresee, just a month from their arrival there with glitter and hope in their youthful eyes, destroyed themselves, became prematurely aged, or mental and emotional defectives.Others dipped in just for a little thrill. There was, after all, nothing nuch more than a mutual feeding frenzy, continued today commercially.
Some were smart, gave up and returned home. A very few , (and I know of one friend), made it out to become professional musicians.And then others died of an OD, or later of AIDS, or simply disappeared.
Maybe we will luck out and find the geriatric killer of Dickie Hovey, may G_D rest his soul.
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