I was a pre-teen when Winona Ryder and Johnny Depp moved
into a loft across the street from me in Tribeca, where I lived. An
older neighbour friend, the sister of a classmate, told me they were
living in her loft building, on the top floor. I went home and looked
for them that very same day. I saw him at my corner deli, and on the
street smoking, but never her. At night, I sometimes looked up at their
windows and saw their lights on. The older friend said they had no
furniture and seemed nice. Depp was not very impressive in person. Cute,
but no big deal. His jeans had paint on them and his t-shirt had holes.
You might not look at him unless you knew you were supposed to,
-The White Review
