This is a photo taken in 1993 (that's more than ten years, right?) when I lived at this place that my friends dubbed the "House of Bad Vibes". It may have been a squat. I paid rent to someone and we had electricity. There was a parade of strange characters--hippies, punks, club kids, models, runaways, drug addicts and misfits who came through that place. So much insane stuff happened there. Really insane. I could write a whole novel on the House of Bad Vibes, but suffice to say, it was a good place to save money and make stories. I shared a bedroom with my very close friend Sidney who took this picture of me and my identical twin sister. My bed actually was on four milk crates and dry wall, which made for a very strange sleep. And the flag was my father's flag and became my bed spread, which, in his mind, might make me a communist.
Anyway, I love pictures of my sister and I together, even though we have surprisingly few of them. She is so amazing. And though we look so much alike, I think this picture captures how different our personalities are. So, which one is me? Top or Bottom?