Bowie Ball

Several years ago I received an invitation to the Bowie Ball.

A homage to David Bowie’s Glam Years on Columbus Day at Le Poisson Rouge or Red Fish.

I had nothing to wear.

My gold Elvis suit is history. My platform shoes were tossed in 1975. I was so out I can never be in for the In Crowd, unless I showed up with quaaludes.

And those I do have.

Three from a 1974 jar of Rorer 714s.

Those originals pleasure pills grant credence to everyone.

Even to old queens.

“Oh, I love ‘ludes.”

And I have three.

Two for me and one for Ziggy Stardust.

But let’s not forget Slade.

RUN RUN AWAY

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