Category Archives: East Village

SEPTEMBER 11, 1978- JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

The Red Sox lost to the Yankees 15-3 and they looked bad in defeat. Butch Hobson’s elbow needs rest. Yaz’s hand in swollen, the Bosox team should have sat for a rest after 3rd inning last night to rest up for the final weeks of the season, although the Red Sox have no chance of […]

SEPTEMBER 4, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

No business as usual. Alice is working the Yogurt Shop. Neither of us got out of the city. I beg breakfast from Nora at Dojos. She gives it to me and lends me $5. I almost kiss her, but Alice’s friends are watching me. I’m living an illusion thinking that money is coming my way. […]

AUGUST 16, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

Last night I snorted nine thick rails of cocaine with my nerves on edge and my penis soft as a worm. My sleep lasted until noon. Alice is already working at the yogurt shop. I have no work, but hopefully can pull off a coke deal for money for a friend of Mark Amitin. I […]

AUGUST 12, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

ON WHITE VERSUS BLACK: Walking down 8th Avenue under a light rain I ignore the passers-by other than to side aside for old women and children. The rest of the people on the sidewalks have had their humanity stolen from their souls by the TV, ads, schools, churches, and work. A pocketbook smashes into me, […]

AUGUST 21, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

Society in America has hit the skids. The corruption of the Two-Party System has reduces the working classes to the edge of poverty with 55% of earnings taxed by the IRS, while the rich pay nothing. Socialist Sweden, camel-roping Kuwait, and the frozen snowbacks of Canada have higher per capita incomes. Most Americans blame President […]