Journal Entry June 10, 1977

CHRISTOPHER STREET

Well, I’m fazed by trepidation, as I strolled down Christopher Street toward David’s Pot Belly for a sighting of Ro. Nervous hesitation increased with every step. I walked in with my shades on and head lowered, but she wasn’t there.

Disappointment.

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