The Introduction to The Paperback Writer of Central Park
Copyright 2016, Stella Brians
The Far Edge Of Summer, 1984
When summer ended in 1984, I completed my young adulthood and merged into the lone wanderer that had always been inside. I left when my family was out at a folk concert on the green. Into my green duffel bag went all of my favorite clothes and cassette tapes, my walkman, my notebooks. My new life. I was eighteen years old and in love with my poetry and Cat Stevens. In love with literature, music, and world art. Heavy Metal was my lover, and I lived on my own side of the tracks. Whenever I talked about New York City my mother would get irritated, and when I went to work I daydreamed about what it would be like. On September 7th, 1984, I quit my job and took a train to one of the dirtiest cities in the world to live my dream as a starving writer. When I first got there, to my inexperienced eye it was like Fritz Lang’s Metropolis. I went to my arranged hostel to put away my things before going across the street to call my therapist. He agreed, this was the best thing I could have done.