Jim Fouratt hired our CBGBs gang to work at the New School registering students. He laughed upon seeing me, since he only like the way I had defended gays in the punk clubs. The music impresario leaned over and said, “None of these fools realize that as many people have graduated from the New School as have finished reading Thomas Mann’s MAGIC MOUNTAIN. All hail the NRP, but I don’t know if it’s a good thing for group leader to have a job.”

“Better than being broke all the time.” I had celebrated the new gig by getting drunk. I left before Alice woke for her yogurt job.

“You think you can hack having a real job?”

“It’s been two years since I had a real 9 to 5 and that was more a 9 to 3 as a substitute teacher at South Boston High School during the Bussing riots.”

“Take it day by day. That’s all all of us are going to do for a month.”

“Then what?”

“I have something good planned, so just do your job. We’ll see you tonight.”
John Kemp and Jim were coming over to my apartment to work on the NRP Manifesto. They are much more serious about politics, whereas I like to like to get laughs. Grant Stitt said at lunch, “They only want to help because you’re cute.”

“I thought John was straight.” The British shoemaker was a good friend,.

“No one’s straight.”

“I am.”

“Straight in deed only, but what goes on that head of yours. Hot hot hot.”

I go off at 4 and walked over to Monthly Review, a socialist printing house. I read ALBANIA DEFIANT, waiting for Roz to finish at 5. We no longer have sex, but I like drinking with her and we wandered down the the Riviera Cafe on Christopher Street. Her friend Robert, a tall handsome dancer, was there and hit on me several times.

“I haven’t been with a man in ages.”

“Liar. you’ve been with them in your mind. One day you’ll find one to change you back to one of us.”

The Shah left the Pahlevi Palace in Tehran without a forwarding address. The Communists will be killed by the rural mullahs and Persia will resort to a land ruled by religion, just like the USA.