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October 10, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

October 10, 2021 – 12:47 pm

One NRP member incurred the wrath of the Party by suggesting that we kill the rich. I agreed with Guadalcanal in theory, but everyone else rejected violence. “If we use violence, we will be just like them,” Anthony Scibelli said parroting the old movie line foisted on the film’s audience to prevent the poor from […]

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September 29, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

September 29, 2021 – 12:58 pm

The Red Sox are a game out of first with six games to go. Few people in our scene care about sports, although Guadalcanal is a die-heard Yankees fan. They suck this year. Last night I went to party with Grant at Stan’s and ran into Vickie, a skinny blonde with a stutter. I have […]

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September 10, 1970 – Journal Entry – East Village

September 10, 2021 – 7:09 pm

Gold, jewels, power, hate, and sex. Why nations fight wars People decided to die rather than live Stupid reasons. I had a friend in Maine. Chaney and I promised never to swim alone. My family moved from Falmouth Foresides in June of 1960 A week later Chaney drowned in Sebago Lake He was eight. In […]

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SEPTEMBER 4, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

September 4, 2021 – 8:09 pm

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. […]

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SEPTEMBER 3, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

September 3, 2021 – 2:55 pm

Last night offered eager high school girls from Dalton, they acted sexy as if they had rehearsed the wanton kisses and yearning smiles before the bathroom mirror at home. The music at the clubs was tolerable, but I wished I had been alone. Not to cheat, just to be free. After CBGBs closed at 4am, […]

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