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December 13, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 26, 2024 – 3:47 pm

My first childhood on Falmouth Foresides And then the South Shore of Boston. In 1976 I left for good. New York bound, Two years now Yet I miss New England The White Mountains The Maine Coast Old Orchard Beach, Portland’s Eastern Promenade The view on Mount Washington far to the west The two old schooners […]

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December 12, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 26, 2024 – 1:38 pm

Poor Alice bears the financial brunt of our relationship. Beyond that she is my love and a good woman to my heart. We still haven’t had sex and she hasn’t had her period. Three weeks and she sleeps in the other room. I hear her crying and try to comfort her, but I haven’t the […]

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December 11, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

February 25, 2024 – 7:40 pm

Last week slipped out of existence without any resistance to the daily grind of waking past noon, Alice embracing me until three, Her going to Irving Plaza, while I wandered the East Village until six, having a drink in a Polish dive, then return to 256 East Street to watch TV, sleep and repeat. An […]

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December 9, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 16, 2024 – 10:48 am

I haven’t seen Alice all day. My honey has been deluged by problems. The previous show’s Emcee, David McDermott, bailed on presiding over METRO NOVELTIES. A day before the opening. His resignation might have occured, because Klaus Nomi garnered all the praise, ignoring his hilarious haute fey frontman performance. Alice said nothing about the whys, […]

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December 8, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 15, 2024 – 2:45 pm

Last night I stayed out late on the streets, sleazing from Max’s to CBGBs and then to the Crow’s Nest on Avenue A to shove quarters into the illegal slot machine. A loser. No one wins on that thief. I ended up with a go-go dancer’s apartment. Carol Smith and I snorted coke, but I […]

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