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May 11, 1990 – Brabal – the Himalayas – Nepal – Journal Entry

November 10, 2024 – 8:24 am

Previously published May 17, 2023 After lunch on the trail I left the stop and continued up the path. The forest is thick and the ascent isn’t too taxing. I’ve been at it for an hour and haven’t seen a single soul. Waiting for the porters, Lance, and Dorge to catch up to me. Maybe […]

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May 11, 1990 – Syabru Besi – the Himalayas – Nepal – Journal Entry

November 10, 2024 – 8:20 am

Previously published Nov 10, 2020 Before leaving Kathmandu on the bus to Langtang Glacier, Lance and I dropped two valium each. The road was reputed to be extremely treacherous and neither of us wanted to experience the fears. At Thamel the driver loaded about sixty Nepalese onto the bus along with our guide, Dorge. Our […]

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April 27, 1981 – NYC – Key West – NYC – Journal Entry

November 9, 2024 – 1:08 am

April 27, 1981 – NYC – Key West – NYC – Journal Leave the Mudd Club Almost 4 Bag in hand A cab ride To the Holland Tunnel No traffic Stick out my thumb Cold Skies threaten snow___ A warming from a Transit Cop I ignore him A ride into Jersey To the Vince Lombardi […]

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November 3, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

November 3, 2024 – 12:25 pm

Last night at THE NEW WAVE VAUDEVILLE SHOW at Irving Plaza was a great success, but a debacle for me. Klaus Nomi was the headliner along with a horde of starry-eyed rockers and artists. I was asked to be the security with my friends. None of us were paid, but we guaranteed free drinks . […]

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November 2, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

November 2, 2024 – 1:14 am

At Club 57 on St. Mark’s Lang and I heckled the performers. Several people in the audience took offense. Miss Nancy, the emcee, shrilled, “Get the fuck out of here.” The crowd laughed and I responded saying, “Join the real world or at least the 1930s.” We didn’t leave, but when David Dirtbomb, a comic, […]

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