I did too work at St. Mark's Comics in the East Village for three years when I was 17 (until I was twenty!) If Mitch Cutler, the owner denies it, he is lying. He is just mad that I actually followed my dreams, which seemed like annoying chatter to him at the time I am sure.

At the time I was living on my own (with my then boyfriend) and I had bills to pay! I thought all jobs paid minimum wage and so I made do with what I had. It meant I had to live in a crack house, sharing a kitchen and bathroom with every deviant junkie living in Flushing Queens! A place where I had nightly run-ins with a peeping tom who frequented my window with a ladder , where I saw my lanlord get thrown down three flights of stairs by the superintendant, where a coke-whore who lived in the room next to me disappeared mysteriously, and then the guy who lived in the other room next to me developed a stench in his room that smelled alot like a dead coke-whore! Click to see more proof!