Javier and The Twins
I depended on Javier Lopez and his twin girls. They lived in my grandmother’s building and looked out for her, ran errands, checked in every day without fail. But when he got locked up, I couldn’t let her stay. I cancelled several gigs and hauled ass from the south of France to the South Bronx to pack her up. She was mad as hell too. So I spent a small bundle on a furnished, 2-bedroom home in a pricey Seniors community out on Long Island. I moved her boyfriend in, too. They love it out there. But the twins. They were in private school, it was not cheap and Javier was facing five years. I couldn’t let them drop out. They looked too cute in their uniforms. So, with their mother’s okay, I took over the tuition. But I was real clear with the headmaster. “They believe Papa is making this happen. Make damn sure they never hear anything different.”
Winona’s coat by Azzedine Alaia
