rhian rees

One night when we were a bit out of our heads and Rhian was staying in this squat on the Lower East Side, I was staying with her. She somehow got a two bedroom squat, no one could know she was living there. The water and electricity was somehow still working. We would have to run up the four or so flights of stairs really quietly. By the time we got up there we would be panting. It was so fucking hot out, completely unbearable. We would go on the roof and tan or drink. Our legs were swelling because of the mosquito bites that made our legs look sunburn. She had this mattress on the floor and a sheet over it making it look like a tent. It started to thunderstorm outside. It was even too hot to sit on the mattress, so I lied on the floor. We were on the second bottle of wine. We took out the second issue of “Hedonism” and started reading Rhian’s monologue, “How to Kill Anouk”. It was perfect, we took turns. We were so serious about it. New York became worthwhile, at least for that night.

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