Of course, when Tennesse Williams found his beloved dog in a closet, he blew up, and that was the end of my assistantship.
“I was hanging out with artists, writers, poets in the West Village, and become friends with the political writer Dotson Rader, who was a very close friend to Tennessee Williams.
At that point in my New York life, I would take any interesting job, and the idea of being the assistant to Tennessee Williams,one of America’s greatest play wrights, was so appealing, so cool.
“If you ever speak to somebody and they say they can remember, then they weren’t at Studio 54, because most of them were so f*cked up. We were high on everything. Our group of people were so involved; it was really just about the moment. Enjoying the moment.”