Category Archives: East Village

AUGUST 21, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

August 21, 2021 – 7:37 pm

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 […]

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Boom

August 18, 2021 – 1:23 pm

Tomorrow my older brother is visiting New York. He is taking a two-day legal deposition for his law firm. Frank called from his hotel and asked, “Can I take you to dinner?” I had $5 in my pocket and over the last three weeks, Alice has been riding me, “Who paid for this?” or “Who […]

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AUGUST 18, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY

August 17, 2021 – 4:15 pm

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 […]

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AUGUST 13, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

August 13, 2021 – 8:32 pm

Last night while we lay naked in bed, Alice requested to have her hands to be bound behind her back. I found a ten-foot cord and forced her onto her belly. She stretched her arms back and I looped the rope around her wrists. I entered her with a steely hardness and we fucked for […]

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AUGUST 11, 1978- JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE II

August 11, 2021 – 8:11 pm

This morning I woke twenty-one cents in my pocket and my heads hurting from too much alcohol. I thought I had a couple of dollars more. There was nothing. We only have eggs, bread, and butter in the refrigerator. Alice cries about our poverty. “I don’t know what I am doing here.” You’re working and […]

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