For all the weird stories out there about Andy Warhol (that he was a voyeur, started balding in his twenties, and had terrible, mottled skin that he once tried sanding, with poor results), it pains me to think some of the most bizarre stuff might never be revealed. And I

The first time I ever went to Brooklyn, it was my senior year in college and I was in Fort Greene, I think, to see Grand Buffet. After watching two goofy white dudes play a hip hop show, my friend and I went across the street to a poorly lit