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city and all those hideous chase banks and what about that old bum on
the stoop I would chat with every day while eating my soggy éclair from
the corner donut shop that is now a Starbucks before I would go home to
rollerblade down the halls and drop eggs off the balcony and—oh yeah
they love it—step over that syringe in the back stairway while running
upstairs to eat chicken and broccoli with Ruth and family cause mom
“just canâ€t take it anymore―—you know living on the postage
stamp. And ahh those were the days and the f***ing rich blah blah blah
and if Iâ€m gonna finally write about it all I will do it for my own
book, film, or play, or eulogy, and then I thought you should do it
cause youâ€ve already written so much and itâ€s so good and then I
thought I could interview you and then I thought we could just write
emails like this one in the 5 minutes before the baby wakes. And then I
would convince them that theyâ€re bohemian enough to let this be the
foreword. What do you think? Ah thereâ€s that baby! xo ALEX: You and I
are forever bonded by our dead sibling, the Chelsea Hotel. We two are
the rare few who really and truly grew up in the Chelsea Hotel and it
takes a lot of intentional looking the other way when I hear about
Chelsea stories from rich people who moved there in the 2000s because
they CHOSE to live a “bohemian― lifestyle. As an adult, I had to give
yoga classes to some of these characters IN the Chelsea Hotel, which I
could no longer afford to live in even if I had wanted to, and finally I
was forced out of NY altogether. Thatâ€s the hard thing to explain. We
didnâ€t choose the Chelsea Hotel. We ended up there because Stanley
didnâ€t ask for a deposit or a lease. Mom always wanted to move out of
our “postage stamp― of an apartment, but she just couldnâ€t get it
together for all of the reasons that drew her to the Chelsea in the
first place. Yeah, we donâ€t want to sound like bitter expats . . . and
yet . . . we do have this love story to share. I loved the Chelsea so
much. I loved waiting for you to come home to our little apartment the
night you were born. Now that Iâ€m 48 and raising my kids in this
neoliberal, helicopter-parenting world, I so often dig back into the
memory banks to relive the freedom and community and uncanny surprises
that waited for u