Never one to shy away from “raping and exploiting” his own story and the stories of those who knew him, for art or profit, Pierrecourt published a short essay relating his first encounter with Maddy Naif, the self-described “heroin pixie” who provided him with a much-needed muse following his late-60s “fallow period”. The years from this first meeting until her tragic overdose in 1982 are generally considered his most vital and prolific. The story from which this quote is excised, entitled, “How I Met That Bitch,” was printed in red ink over a variety of Hustler centerfolds and stapled to telephone poles near significant locales from their tempestuous relationship all over New York in the summer of 1984.

