My best friend in 9th grade was named Elizabeth Taylor. No! not that Elizabeth Taylor! This was a 6 foot 2 inch tall black skinhead chick Elizabeth Taylor! She introduced me to my second home: CBGB's. I saw the punk goddess Wendy O. Williams there. She was best known for blowing things up and sticking chopped liver in her bodily orifices. Now I'm a nice Jewish girl...ever since that concert, Passover has been rough!

I have many fond memories of CB's. It's where I had my first bottle thrown at me there by an ex of Bryon's, (no, it wasn't Andy!); I had my ribs cracked in a mosh pit at a Suicidal Tendencies show, and I participated in my one and only frozen rock-hard Lender's bagel fight.

Here I am in my full 14 year old glory! I had made up my mind, I was punk-rock-hardcore-gothic-glam-Siouxsie-Sioux-rebel kind of chick. But no one else at CB's wore floor length sequin gowns, turkey feather boas, and platform heels. I thought I had found my niche, but I was still an outsider.

I was a loud, Jewish Goth, hanging out with punks and skinheads, then I'd go home to secretly listen to Sondheim!