East? Hmmmm, well, we are all east of somewhere, however, I am on Saint Marks Place, the Lower East Side of manhattan, called by yuppies who dont know any better, the east village - We believe we are the center of the eastern conceptual univerce, but we may well be wrong. However, every underage kid in New Jersey travels east to get tanked here on every weekend, retreating west in the wee hours of the morning to paint the Jersey Trunpike red, so maybe we are some sort of spirtual east, drawing New Jerseys teens like moths to a fire... Larry Otway