#31, Jackie.

Jax! You were a rocker chick that came to work at Amsterdam Art. Long, wavy hair and Betty Page bangs, you were perpetually stoned and loved PJ Harvey possibly more than i did. i adored you! Your house (which you shared with best friend Janice) was a treasure trove of album covers, candles, fairy lights, death metal objects, and other pretty things. It was always so comfortable there. You would ply me with whiskey and beer. You wore flannels a lot, over thermal shirts, and had a very quiet, almost mumbling way of speaking that was quite endearing. Then you went to Scotland for a year. We picked you up at the airport in Matthew's van, and you solemnly pressed a tape of QueenAdreena into my hand, telling me that i "must listen". Thank you, dearly, for that.