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December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 18, 2023 – 7:46 pm

Alice left 256 early to catch a morning flight to West Virginia. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she wore a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want […]

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December 4, 1978 – East Village – Journal

December 14, 2023 – 11:11 am

4:10am I lie on the living room floor. My ribs hurt less that way. Vincent Price was killing zombies on the TV and the NY Sunday Times is scattered besides me. I’m reading the back pages of the travel section, wishing I had enough money to buy a round-the-world ticket. $1100. I only have $78 […]

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December 2, 1978 – Journal Entry Later

December 14, 2023 – 10:41 am

In the morning Alice says, “I want to see the country. All of it.” She is going home to West Viginia for the holidays. Split between her divorced parents. A daunting experience and she asks, “Can you come skiing with me at Snowshoe?” An Appalachian ski resort. “I’d love to, but I’m going north to […]

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Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry – Poem

December 13, 2023 – 2:43 pm

Disenfranchised By a dead society Detested by cult cliques Dedicated to false idols Death to their dishonor Not noble by birth. Not common by the desire They are not the avant garde Few speak of revolution. I want to fight alone. It’s a wasted fight. I don’t know what to fight for. Equality, justice, family, […]

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Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 13, 2023 – 2:35 pm

I had been serious sick from food poisoning this week. Puking and shitting non-stop.Two days of retching in the WC toilet. I slept in the living room to keep it close. Pus getting out of the loft bed was dangerous in my condition. I felt like Doc Holiday in Tombstone. Always ready to die. Alice […]

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