Prologue

<br>MARK<br>We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my<br>roommate, Roger. We live in an idustrial loft on the<br>corner of 11th Street and Avenue B, the top floor of<br>what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock<br>and roll posters hang on the walls. They have Roger`s<br>picture advertising gigs at CBGB`s and the Pyramid<br>Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; it`s<br>exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our<br>electrical appliances are plugged into one thick<br>extension cord which snakes its way out a window.<br>Outside a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next<br>to our building. Inside we are freezing because we<br>have no heat.