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April 26, 1981 – Key West – Journal Entry

May 9, 2023 – 12:58 pm

Last night in Key West. Hiram and I go to a gay disco. We snort coke, drink to excess, dance, huff poppers with abandon. No one asks me to go to the toilet for a blowjob. Their radar tells them I’m off-limits, but they relentlessly hit on Hiram. He’s a move star after all and […]

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April 24, 1981 – Key West – Journal Entry

May 9, 2023 – 12:38 pm

Only another three days in Key west. My strength has returned, mostly because I haven’t been drinking so heavily and stopped snorting cocaine. Drink and coke were my basic diet while I was working at the Jefferson Theater. Right now I’m sitting on the end of a wharf, watching the sun set into the Gulf […]

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Key West Light – April 1981

May 9, 2023 – 10:46 am

Palms wavering in the Key West light. High noon I hide in the shade My eyes blinded by brightness Maybe it’s the light Making the horizon so close As if it were the edge of the world Sailors fear the edge of the world I have no fear I stand on land. Key West. I […]

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April 22, 1981 – KEY WEST – JOURNAL ENTRY

April 30, 2023 – 9:54 am

Life goes on endelesly on the Key West. I spend my day sunning on the small beach at the end of Duvall Street, ignoring snowbirds’ racist conversations and strangers’ nasty gossip about distant friends and family. It’s the end of Spring Break, so thankfully there are less of them. The color of the Gulfstream cures […]

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APRIL 19, 1981 – KEY WEST – JOURNAL ENTRY

April 24, 2023 – 12:15 pm

It’s Easter and I search the streets of Key West for a kindred lost soul. The Bertonis have gone on a snorkeling trip to celebrate the Nailed God’s rising from the dead. Giuiliana suggested this was a family outing and I stayed ashore.. I see no one like me. Only soulless tourists. I go into […]

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