In about 1985, I was coked out and drunk at Starck. I think Grace was there, but it’s all a blur. Margot Chapman was in the cold bar with Sita when I walked in to cool off. She came up, grabbed my crotch and said, breathlessly, “I want your skyrocket”. I squealed and ran out, partly because this woman had touched me “there” but also because 8:15 to Nowhere was cranked up.
