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AUGUST 16, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

Last night I snorted nine thick rails of cocaine with my nerves on edge and my penis soft as a worm. My sleep lasted until noon. Alice is already working at the yogurt shop. I have no work, but hopefully can pull off a coke deal for money for a friend of Mark Amitin. I […]

Journal Entry December 29, 1977

1977 is almost finished. I was sitting with Georg at One-Fifth. His teen queen had just walked out on him. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to 1978.” We clinked glasses and he added, “We haven’t fucked up a single of day of 1978.” “Not yet, and it won’t take long.” After finishing our […]