Tag Archives: the itch by Stephen Hammer

AUGUST 18, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY

I’ve lost track of time. Alice keeps nagging me about money. I have none. I’m living on a bagel and pizza a day whenever I’m not a lunch waiter at EBASCO CORP. downtown on Vestry Street. Guadalcanal asked, “How bad can it be? Are you still sleeping together?” “No, I’m on the couch in the […]