Category Archives: 80s

April 17, 1981 – Key West – Journal Entry

April 20, 2023 – 7:00 pm

The Bertonis’ rental house in Key West is cool. I have my own bedroom and Guiliana and here daughter cook our meals. Giancarlo, the NYU’s head anesthesiologist, chills at the beach reading and smoking weed we buy off the street. It’s nothing special, but he likes it that way. I devote my early afternoons to […]

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APRIL 15, 1981 – HITCHING TO FLORIDA – JOURNAL ENTRY

April 20, 2023 – 12:41 pm

I walked our of the Mudd Club at dawn. The gray skies promised snow. I had my bag in hand. I headed to the Holland Tunnel and stuck out my thumb. I was hitchhiking to Florida to meet my friends, the Bertonis, in Key West. The first ride took me to Philadelphia. I wasn’t on […]

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April 13, 1981 – The Ritz after the Jefferson Raid – Journal Entry

April 17, 2023 – 9:54 am

Paul Garcia, Arthur’s partner, at the Jefferson, said he was going to be at the Ritz tonight. I walked there at 10 expecting a no-show, but he was speaking with the owner at the downstairs bar. Jerry signaled the barman and said, “Give this man whatever he wants to drink. He had a rough night.” […]

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April 12, 1981 – Booking after the Jefferson Raid – Journal Entry

April 13, 2023 – 7:42 pm

Manhattan’s Central Booking Early Sunday morning Our crew of ten from the Jefferson Our crime Serving alcohol after 4am. Photos by an old black turnkey. Empty our pockets. Keys, wallets et al. COs pushing us through a metal detector. Our after-hour crew shoved in a holding cell The clank of steel doors Everyone else a […]

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April 12, 1981 – The Jefferson Raid – East Village – Journal Entry

April 13, 2023 – 7:05 pm

After midnight above Jefferson Theater the exquisite wickedness of Arthur Weinstein’s apartment became a home away from home for hell-bent nightlifers raced at full-tilt to utter abandonment. I ran the door and had to refuse several unlikely party-goers. Something was not right about them. They looked like cops and one couple were too friendly, offering […]

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