A BIRTHDAY PARTY
After The Saintliness of Margery Kempe had closed, James Price and I were each haunted by the spectre of that show's failure. I, for my part, felt anger that my faith in Jim's ability as a director had cost me so dearly, while Jim felt guilt for precisely the same reason. It was apparent to both of us that our days together were numbered, but so eager were both of us to fix the blame for the failure of our relationship on the other that we continued to live in the same apartment, all the while bickering and squabbling in an effort to have the last word.
Finally, I could stand it no longer. Hoping to rid myself of Jim once and for all, I put a classified advertisement in The Village Voice, rented my own apartment on the same day that the ad appeared, and made arrangements to move to Ed Hasting's one-room studio apartment on 13th Street. MORE...