Transcription: My fondest memory of the New York punk scene is sitting in the back room of Max's Kansas City enjoying my, whatever it was, a chickpeas and cheeseburger, I don't know. And seeing this little figure stumbling in through the door, just heading directly toward me. Lo and behold it was Patti Smith, the fabulous artiste Patti Smith. She plopped herself right down next to me left side and proceeded to puke on me.
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