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May 23, 1978 I – East Village – Journal

June 12, 2024 – 1:58 pm

I was at the Cornelius Street Cafe with Alice Kim Amos and Serena, Sean’s wannabe girlfriend. We are making plans for the four Gemini party. Amos Kim Serena and me. At Kim’s Bleecker Street apartment. We have given out over a hundred invitations that’s CBGBs, work bars, and restaurants. My back was to the door […]

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May 13, 1978 – East Village – Journal

June 4, 2024 – 8:30 pm

Walking through Soho’s deserted streets Ro asked what my political intentions were. “What you want me to do?” I wanted to say nothing because nothing is what I normally want to do other than to have sex with her in an alley, but she is not that kind of woman. My wanting to not doing […]

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May 24, 1978 – Kiev Diner – Journal

May 25, 2024 – 9:58 am

Alice woke up screaming. She had been trapped in a cerebral remake of THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE. She shuddered in my arms. Poor darling. THE KIEV DINER A Ukrainian diner Sitting with Clover Only sixteen A friend. Punk customers After CBGBs 4:28 AM Mindless No one caring about the mindlessness Rejects from destiny Cups of […]

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December 13, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 26, 2024 – 3:47 pm

My first childhood on Falmouth Foresides And then the South Shore of Boston. In 1976 I left for good. New York bound, Two years now Yet I miss New England The White Mountains The Maine Coast Old Orchard Beach, Portland’s Eastern Promenade The view on Mount Washington far to the west The two old schooners […]

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December 8, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 15, 2024 – 2:45 pm

Last night I stayed out late on the streets, sleazing from Max’s to CBGBs and then to the Crow’s Nest on Avenue A to shove quarters into the illegal slot machine. A loser. No one wins on that thief. I ended up with a go-go dancer’s apartment. Carol Smith and I snorted coke, but I […]

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