Drag queens! You could fly your freak flag,” she said of the place where she’d lived for more than a year. Gays and people walking around singing all the time. The young woman complained that they were ruining a once-great place to live. “Those people” were the new owners and management team. “Over there” was the former Zazu Pannee Park Regent, a legendary local apartment community that catered to creative types. “I have to live there for a while, and I don’t want trouble from those people.” “I don’t want anyone to know I’m talking about that place,” she muttered, then pointed her chin across the street. Her still-brightly dyed buzz-cut shone with the memory of neon stripes. She had dressed the night before as a punk rocker. She lit a tight, hand-rolled cigarette and leaned against the door of a shiny car parked on East Osborn Road. “Nothing good ever lasts,” huffed the young woman with day-after-Halloween hair. This story was originally published on November 11, 2018.
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