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Lissy Trullie
text by NATASHA LYONNE
portrait by ANNABEL MEHRAN
Lissy Trullie told me that I was the first person to peer-pressure her into hanging out with a prostitute — searched for and found in a phone book — using a whippet inhaler from the deli on the corner of St. Mark’s. I feel honored now, which I guess is a reminder of how different things used to be. Those were the days.
I can’t recall the exact day I met Lissy Trullie, but I’ll never forget the cold winter air blowing my wasted sack of bones as I was on my way to see Hoof — this super hot, hip redhead’s band — play in a small gallery by the Hudson River. It was a worthwhile — if freezing — mission. And I was proud to help her carry her equipment home.
Ten years…