Thankfully I was ignorant of my own fear; that's the only way I accomplished anything. I was the dark-haired girl with low self esteem that Lori Petty beat into sensibility with her ignorant brevity. Lexi Quay showed me all there was to show about Chicago and it's rich, oppressed and dangerous ways. She was the icon of courage and the metaphor for emotions. I took her around in my cheap, hatchback Pinto to all the finest nightclubs in the early 90's only to come away in a fine limo with "wanna-bes" who threw us out for drinking their fine champagggggnee. She was from an "upper-crusty" background, dying for a breath of fresh air from the mundane and I was from a dirt-poor, starving-artist background, seeking sanctity in the Magnificent Mile. It was a match made in heaven.
Why did we not pursue the path? Perhaps too many nights begging for the Pinto back when it was towed away to the local impound zone?
Regardless, Lexi and I have remained friends for decades and I am on a continuous path to figure out the meaning of reality while she has since lived the American Dream of raising a brilliant child and managing a brilliant family...
Interestingly enough, my best friend from Chicago is back on the warpath, making and producing music as though she never left her role in "Tank Girl' and I continue to make "fine" art.