Prologue Lyrics

Prologue lyrics

MARK

 We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my

 roommate, Roger. We live in an idustrial loft on the

 corner of 11th Street and Avenue B, the top floor of

 what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock

 and roll posters hang on the walls. They have Roger's

 picture advertising gigs at CBGB's and the Pyramid

 Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; it's

 exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our

 electrical appliances are plugged into one thick

 extension cord which snakes its way out a window.

 Outside a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next

 to our building. Inside we are freezing because we

 have no heat.