'Down on the ground, people hanging over me: “are you alright Sir? Need any help?” Anyone down needs help, especially on a crowded sidewalk. A hand. I took it and, slowly, very very slowly, I was back on my feet. This expression, you see….I could feel it for the first time.

Christ! I must leave. But something is holding me back. It’s some kind of a face. A boy’s face, My face. I mean. It’s innocent and convincing, somehow. Bullshit. Not innocent at all. Not convincing either. Rather macabre. What is it with Great Jones Street anyhow? The Fire Station? The La MaMa rehearsal Studios? Basquiat’s old painting studio? What is it? I started to run.

I’ve been running all my life. Yet, you’ll find the answer right here in my videos. My theatrical videos. Rather, the videos of my theater works. This is where I live and have lived for the past four decades.'