After a quick getaway, trying desperately to explain to Tony (by his friends in leather simply referred to as game-set-match-Tony) that I am not swinging in his direction, we find it wise to elope. An indian friend of Kia takes her and me to Swallow St. and the new, posh nightclub The Cuckoo Club. I vaguely remember knocking down some guy, and swapping clothes with him. It might have been Hed Kandi celeb Jim Breese. Says Kia, who fled the scene.
Below is the last picture I remember being pasted into for the night, before Photoshop crashed and got stuck on hand tool.
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