I just finished reading Patti Smith's memoir, "Just Kids", about her time living in Manhattan with Robert Mapplethorpe. Its a lyrical tale of their love and friendship, bohemian life at the Hotel Chelsea and the steps that led to their emergence as artists. Tender and honest, I tore through the book in a weekend and finished it with tears streaming down my face.
We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing principles, light and dark.
-Patti Smith
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