REMEMBER PERIODICALY DEFECTING TO NYC 42nd Street FROM BROOKLYN TO SPEND A DAY WATCHING CHEAP “B” ACTION, HORROR, AND KIDDIE SKIN FLICKS CHARLES BRONSON’S VIGILANTE, BRUCE LEE, FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH, HELL-RAISER, ETC. There was always more action in the theater than on the screen. Guys on angeldust leaping from the top balconies onto the audience below screaming “I can fly”; gun-shots and stampedes, setting off fire sprinklers… snickering at the couples using the back seats as motels, oh, the memories. Once after having seafood and pasta, I went to 42nd street to see a horror movie with an old guy-friend and spent the entire movie wretching (and I wasn’t bulemic) in the john, as some crazy girl stood outside my stall singing gospel songs, the worst of it is she had a beautiful eerie voice. (Kind’ve like Kate Bush singing Wurthering Heights)It was weird. I went to some drive-in theaters in the south and they had the same cheap movie thrill as 42nd street and they had an apparent b-movie star that I had not been aware of before: Dolomite!