I was walking up Broadway, ya know, and there was this incredible looking Swedish girl, having a Cappuccino across the street from Lincoln Center.
I started talking to her; she said her name was Lola. Her English wasn’t too good, but we wound up spending about five hours together just hanging out.
So we go back to my place. We get high, we get really into each other. It was love about to happen–I’m serious.
And then all of a sudden she gets up, and she says “hey, I really gotta leave.”