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Reply to "It's A Jackie Thing, Okay?"

I was walking down 2nd Avenue tonight, nearing 2nd St., looking across the street at what will be Daddy. While pondering a bit of the future, I looked to my left and noticed a man sleeping on the sidewalk wearing a black Jackie 60 t-shirt. After a quick doubletake, I just laughed to myself at the irony and oddness of the moment.
That led me into a brief nostalgic episode. Recalling the year long of magical nights at Jackie 60 when I danced with Bobby, marveled over Chi Chi, got drunk with Pablo, lost my drag virginity, met a million and one queens, photographed all the fabulous happenings and people and in the midst of all this learned a thing or two about myself. The visual memories of Wednesday's dawns, winding down, sitting on my rooftop and listening to Nirvana. It was magic.
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