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Journal Entry December 28, 1977

This afternoon I stopped into Dojo’s on St. Marks Place for a coffee. The waitress is Jaci, who has ignored my for months, but when I raised a finger for my check, the long-haired brunette said, “My boss isn’t here, so there’s no charge.” “If I had known that I would have ordered lunch.” I […]