Pink House Forever

The Pink House was like an underground United Nations. Chapel Hill's aspiring artists, musicians, poets, DJ's, activists, actors, writers, nudists, flutists, knuckleheads, and couch-surfers, all living together in (relative) harmony, united by their common bohemianism. Life inside the Pink House often consisted of weird shit happening at all hours, every day, it rarely stopped. And there's something about that place that won't allow the vibe to ever fully dissipate. / PinkHouseForever.org

Saturday, August 29, 1992

Dada Veda at Hardback Hairspray

Tuesday, August 25, 1992

Stealing Ian's mail

Why did I steal Ian's mail from the Purple House on a hot summer day in late August? Who were my co-conspirators? What was the angle? I have no idea, but here's the evidence. If his Newsweek subscription ran out as a result, and he spent the next few years much less informed about current events than he would have been otherwise, I take full responsibility. Sorry, Ian!