Tag Archives: One-Fifth

Journal Entry – January 4, 1978

I’ve slept with Fran several times this week. She wants to nail down my freedom. I don’t know why. Last night at One-Fifth Bert, Cecile, and I discussed romance. Bert is a homosexual portrait painter with a receding hairline and Cecilean older woman with a very avant-grade view of innocence. She loves make-up and dressing […]

January 3, 1978

This freezing afternoon I walked up Broadway in a thin leather jacket. I couldn’t resist stopping into Mayer’s Art. I entered Fran’s place of work. My eyesight was blurred, since I wasn’t wearing my glasses and thought she wasn’t there, but then I spotted Fran standing behind the counter with two co-workers. She stepped away […]

Journal Entry December 29, 1977

1977 is almost finished. I was sitting with Georg at One-Fifth. His teen queen had just walked out on him. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to 1978.” We clinked glasses and he added, “We haven’t fucked up a single of day of 1978.” “Not yet, and it won’t take long.” After finishing our […]