Bless You, Toxic Dwarf: An Appreciation of Gary Indiana by One of His Many Estranged Friends
Save this article to read it later. Find this story in your accountsSaved for Latersection. It was a role that both defined and ruined him. Garys East Village apartment was a sixth-floor walk-up with the toilet in the hallway he shared with other tenants. Gary could put it away. Sometimes there were drugs but mostly to enable him to keep drinking. And he was a terrible drunk. Gary became enmeshed in the book and publishing culture, much preferring it to the art world....