In the early 90s, I was living out my 20s in New York City, and Michael Alig’s infamous Disco 2000 club ruled Wednesday nights. Dressed in outrageous outfits, our faces made up in horror movie glamour, my friends and I would get high and dance until the music ended. Then we’d pile into my best friend Aaron Blue’s Alfa Romero and speed east through the city toward Save the Robots, an after-hours club in the Lower East Side where drag queens, businessmen, club kids, and hitmen would dance together for hours, lost in the music. Eventually, we’d end the night at Florent, eating escargot and French fries.
Jeff Leavell 