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January 9, 1979 – East Village – Journal

February 13, 2024 – 3:40 pm

This afternoon I ran into Dale on First Avenue. The slim divorcee stripper drags me over to her place on St. Marks, where we indulged in raw sex. I tied her to a door and whip her with a belt, until her ass was raw. On her knees she sucked my cock and I blasted […]

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January 7, 1979 – East Village – Journal

February 13, 2024 – 11:56 am

Rain falls on the grimy snow piling up in the alley behind 256 East 10th Street. New York has declared a snow day. I love snow days. I blankly watch the James Bond movie on our black and white TV. The plot of YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE lazily saunters between fucking and killing tangents with […]

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January 5, 1979 – East Village – Journal

February 13, 2024 – 11:08 am

The Kinks are on the radio. YOU REALLY GOT ME. A British Invasion festival from 1963 to 1966 marking an unexpected musical explosion from Great Britain. Many of the bands had been condemned by the Pat Boone loving conservatives. Few of those groups survived the Sixties. THe Beatles are dead, but the Rolling Stones survive. […]

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December 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal

January 7, 2024 – 10:03 am

At Hurrah the Senders and Karen Bihari played tonight. Neither group were my favs, but Sen Cassette was the DJ and my friends and co-workers; Anthony, Grant, Idelles, Jim, Bop and many others celebrated their freedom from family holidays. Jhoury served me a vodka OJ. Before I took a sip, a hand grabbed my arm. […]

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December 27, 1978 – Boston – Journal

January 5, 2024 – 11:26 am

. The visit to my family in the Blue Hills had been comforting, but I hadn’t said a single word about Alice’s possible pregnancy. Not to my parents or sisters or brothers. At the dinner table I saw how proud my father was of his wife and family and I asked, if I would feel […]

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