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Brian Aris
Jody Morlock
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FIRST EDITION
© Debbie Harry 2019
Cover layout design by Rob Roth
Cover photograph © Chris Stein; illustration by Jody Morlock
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Source ISBN: 9780008229429
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Version: 2019-09-27
DEDICATED TO
THE GIRLS OF THE
UNDERWORLD
Bob Gruen
Courtesy of Debbie Harry’s personal collection
Contents
Title Page
2. Pretty Baby, You Look So Heavenly
8. Mother Cabrini and the Electric Firestorm
11. Wrestling and Parts Unknown
BY CHRIS STEIN
Courtesy of Debbie Harry’s personal collection
I don’t know if I ever related this story to Debbie . . . or anyone for that matter. In 1969 after traveling around, driving twice cross-country, I was staying with my mom at her apartment in Brooklyn. This was a tumultuous year for me. Psychedelics—and my delayed reaction to my father’s death—caused breaks and disassociations in my already fractured psyche.
In the midst of heightened states, I had a dream that stayed with me. The apartment was on Ocean Avenue, a very long urban boulevard. In the dream, in a scene that referenced The Graduate, I was chasing the Ocean Avenue bus as it pulled away from our big old building. I was pursuing the bus—yet inside it simultaneously. Standing in the bus was a blond girl who said, “I’ll see you in the city.” The bus pulled away and I