After arriving in New York I took a job as a cocktail waitress in the revolving lounge of the Marriott Marquis in Times Square. There were many odd and amazing people in the city then as well as a lot of degenerates. In addition to the cocktail job I worked for a photographer who had a minimum of forty girls working out of his apartment. There were a couple of nights where I found myself working alone and he asked if I wanted a massage. When I said no he taunted that I'd never make it in the fashion industry. A couple of weeks later he was found murdered by one of his employee's boyfriends.