Tag Archives: 1978

December 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal

At Hurrah the Senders and Karen Bihari played tonight. Neither group were my favs, but Sen Cassette was the DJ and my friends and co-workers; Anthony, Grant, Idelles, Jim, Bop and many others celebratedtheir freedom from family holidays. Jhoury served me a vodka OJ. Before I took a sip, a hand grabbed my arm. A […]

December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal

Last night I went to CBGBs. Grant sat with Kim, who is now a waitress there. She doesn’t seem happy and looks like she wants to rip off her apron and join me in drinking, although she’s already drunk. I kissed her on the cheek and she asked, “Have you heard from Alice?” “No,” I […]

December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal

Last night I went to CBGBs. Grant sat with Kim, who is now a waitress there. She doesn’t seem happy and looks like she wants to rip off her apron and join me in drinking, although she’s already drunk. I kissed her on the cheek and she asked, “Have you heard from Alice?” “No,” I […]

December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

Alice left 256 early to catch a morning flight to West Virginia. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she wore a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want […]

Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry – Poem

Disenfranchised By a dead society Detested by cult cliques Dedicated to false idols Death to their dishonor Not noble by birth. Not common by the desire They are not the avant garde Few speak of revolution. I want to fight alone. It’s a wasted fight. I don’t know what to fight for. Equality, justice, family, […]