Journal Entry August 3, 1978 – East Village

Last night I dreamed of a submerged Soviet nuclear missile sub silently gliding towards Norway and NATO has any defense against such a threat.
I woke in a sweat on the futon of our new apartment. It was day. Alice lies within arm’s reach. She murmurs with an educated hillbilly accent and spreads her legs.

“Now would be nice.”

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