HOME: Bohemian Love Pad.

AGE: Aging Doll.

PROFESSION: Wreckless Crazy.

HOBBIES: Listening to old Four Tops records, serenading girls with names like Donna and Justine, finding words to rhyme with Frenchette, locating his way out of the jungle, any form of melody, watching Flamingo Road on the tube.

LAST BOOK READ: Gravel Singing by Tom Waits and Mick Jagger.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Curing his personality crisis.

QUOTE: "You think I'm a whore, but I got a heart of gold!"

PROFILE: Vamping out of the Mercer Art Center, David was the frontman of the raunchiest, most campy group of "transvestite" rockers to ever come out of N.Y.C.—the legendary New York Dolls. The band failed to capture the American consciousness (Say "hi" Joey, Johnny & Dee Dee!), and our hero has spent the last several years getting in style, dealing with the big city and bringing back something that's funky but chic!

BEER: Boy Howdy!