The predicted rapture was probably one of the best days to be out this year. I was at Hard Luck Bar at the stroke of midnight when I remembered, ‘wait a second, it’s the end of the world!’ I took a look around, no fluffy clouds or brimstone. All was well.
It was however a magazine launch for CHROMIUM DIOXIDE that night. Metal heads were in full force, tight leather, torn up pantyhose, big hair, distorted …