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All Souls Day

My older brother and I were altar boys in the early 1960s Pre-Vatican II. We were taught to say the Mass in Latin by the diocesan priest assigned to the local church on the edge of the Blue Hills south of Boston. We understood nothing other mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa or ‘forgive […]

November 27, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

for us all. Two weeks ago Bill Yusk fronted me an ounce of hashish. I’ve yet to sell any of it. I can’t even be a drug dealer and worse I’ve smoke a quarter ounce. Ann brought home Sherry. I have slowly acquire a taste for the British liquor, although sherry tastes too much like […]

Three Altar Boys in the Snow

Three altar boys are standing in the snow with their pants down around their ankles. They have their penises’ in a snow bank. Sister Margaret sticks her head out the window and says, “Boys! Boys!Whatever are you doing? You’re going to catch pneumonia. Put your penis’ away.” The tallest altar boy turns around and yells, […]