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SO LONG AGO

January 24, 2023 – 2:25 am

My 31st birthday party at Jurgen’s house on Rue de la Tour with Bridget, Tony, Tracy, Alfredo, Karine, Diana, Olivier, T, Rufus, David, Philip Brook, everyone absolutely smacked out on Persian brown. Tony, Traci, and Julie Cole were the only straight person. The less about this evening the better. Tony later said, “Anyone who can […]

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Journal Entry – November 10, 1995 – New Delhi

November 10, 2022 – 3:18 pm

After visiting Delhi’s famed Red Fort I crossed the Yamuna river and wandered through narrow streets of a working neighborhood. A choking cloud of motorcycle exhaust overwhelmed my lungs. The workers of the small machine shops ignored my presence and the sun beat through my clothing to broil my skin. There was no refuge until […]

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April 16, 1977 – Journal Entry

August 9, 2022 – 10:11 pm

After the execs leave, Antonio and I look out the windows of the Ebasco executive dining room. A thick fog obscures Lower Manhattan, as the last gasps of the Arctic is strangled by a spring breeze from the south. We have finished with lunch and wipe the silverware clean. The Spanish waiter surprises me with […]

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April 21, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:33 pm

Last night Richard Hell played at CBGBs and his performance was less than extraordinary. I had to sneak by the doorperson Roxy to get in for free. Lisa the cashier waved me inside. The club was packed with assholes drawn there by good press or the Voidoids. Xcessive from the Ghosts kept shouting, “Richard is […]

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JANUARY 16, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

January 17, 2022 – 11:58 pm

Jim Fouratt hired our CBGBs gang to work at the New School registering students. He laughed upon seeing me, since he only like the way I had defended gays in the punk clubs. The music impresario leaned over and said, “None of these fools realize that as many people have graduated from the New School […]

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