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Bill Mullen
Bill Mullen
@billmullenink.bsky.social
5 months ago
#DearDiary, Louie 3 (10/23/25) I’ve been avoiding Instagram. Every time I make an attempt to scroll through my feed, I keep clicking the paper airplane button to send stuff to Louie. I keep forgetting that he’s gone. And then I have to remember. One Tuesday night when there wasn’t anything going on at the Hellfire, Louie and I wandered over to Mother on Washington Street just below 14th Street to see what was happening at Jackie 60. Louie was wearing what he always wore—blue jeans and jeans jacket and work boots—and when we got to the the club, the door person—Jackie royalty and demimonde diva Hattie Hathaway—informed Louie sternly and dismissively that he could not come in because his outfit in no way on that night or any night met the strict Jackie 60 dress code. Quoting from the bottom line of the house rules posted on the entrance wall and pointing to a photo grid of downtown superstars mounted just inside the club, Louie shout-sneered at our seemingly impervious gatekeeper and to anyone else who might have been listening, “I THOUGHT LEGENDS KNEW NO CODE!” Louie was referring to a portrait of young Louie wearing only white Y-front briefs taken once upon a time by the photographer David Armstrong. The picture was framed and top row center of the downtown superstar grid, sandwiched between images of rockstar Debbie Harry and drag icon Stephanie Strawberry. Hattie Hathaway, with a raised eyebrow and without missing a beat, shout-sneered right back at Louie, “LEGENDS KNOW BETTER!” Then she grandly unhooked the velvet rope for Louie to enter with me following closely behind. “Okay?” He turned and gave me that look. “And is there a problem? Because I don’t see a problem here.” “DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?” I can still hear him. And I’m laughing. But I’m also crying. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

#DearDiary, Louie 3 (10/23/25) I’ve been avoiding Instagram. Every time I make an attempt to scroll through my feed, I keep clicking the paper airplane button to send stuff to Louie. I keep forgetting that he’s gone. And then I have to remember. One Tuesday night when there wasn’t anything going on at the Hellfire, Louie and I wandered over to Mother on Washington Street just below 14th Street to see what was happening at Jackie 60. Louie was wearing what he always wore—blue jeans and jeans jacket and work boots—and when we got to the the club, the door person—Jackie royalty and demimonde diva Hattie Hathaway—informed Louie sternly and dismissively that he could not come in because his outfit in no way on that night or any night met the strict Jackie 60 dress code. Quoting from the bottom line of the house rules posted on the entrance wall and pointing to a photo grid of downtown superstars mounted just inside the club, Louie shout-sneered at our seemingly impervious gatekeeper and to anyone else who might have been listening, “I THOUGHT LEGENDS KNEW NO CODE!” Louie was referring to a portrait of young Louie wearing only white Y-front briefs taken once upon a time by the photographer David Armstrong. The picture was framed and top row center of the downtown superstar grid, sandwiched between images of rockstar Debbie Harry and drag icon Stephanie Strawberry. Hattie Hathaway, with a raised eyebrow and without missing a beat, shout-sneered right back at Louie, “LEGENDS KNOW BETTER!” Then she grandly unhooked the velvet rope for Louie to enter with me following closely behind. “Okay?” He turned and gave me that look. “And is there a problem? Because I don’t see a problem here.” “DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?” I can still hear him. And I’m laughing. But I’m also crying. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen

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