Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.
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This time around our broke-ass is Linda Olle. She’s an author, a fan of the El Quixote bar in the Chelsea Hotel, and once made a porn with her boyfriend in a French Chateau. My kind of broke-ass! Let’s see what kind of tips she has below.
Name: Linda Olle
Age: Forty-nine, give or take.
What neighborhood do you live in?: Carnegie Hill, on Museum Mile.
Best money saving tip: Pack light. Listen to mother.
What do you refuse to spend money on?: Cabs and hotels. I should be spending more on hotels—lately I feel like a broke-ass mooch when I stay with friends.
Most expensive thing you’ve ever bought: A lawsuit that didn’t go my way although it should have.
How’d that feel?: Depleting.
Favorite cheap eat: Oaxaca salad at El Paso restaurant in my neighborhood.
Favorite dive bar: El Quixote in the Chelsea Hotel.
Best deal you’ve ever gotten: The loan of a chateau in France that stood on a cliff for the month of August in 2007. My boyfriend and I were so thrilled that we made an elaborate porn video using the stunning views, décor, and the swimming pool with underwater lights.
Favorite free thing to do: Watch Pat Kiernan read the papers’ headlines at 7:45 a.m.
If you woke up a millionaire, what’s the first thing you’d buy?: I would publish several wild books, mostly by writers I know, novels and memoirs untrammeled by conventional-publisher editing. I would pay off my nieces’ college loans and reconnect with people from my past that I always meant to be with more—this time around we’d have an even better time.
Despite not having money, do you still love your life?: I try not to throw around that word “love.”
Do you own my book?: It’s on order, at Corner Bookstore on Madison Avenue.
Best hangover cure: Light breakfast, gallon of water, and coffee in a semi-dark room. Then, to be jolted awake by a phone call from my mother.
Are you a hipster?: No way.