Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

A Havemeyer Street apartment was near popular bars, but it was in a walk-up; An apartment on South First Street was still being renovated; A Maujer Street apartment was spacious, though also on a semicommercial block; Chris Roan, left, and Justin Fluck settle into their Brooklyn flat after a long search.

It became fashionable again, for a time, to say you were an anarchist, to spit in the face of the normaloids.

Grovel on the earth: aye, hide / In the dust thy purple pride!