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July 20, 1994 – Penang – Journal

April 4, 2025 – 9:28 am

Knocking the door by the Chinese desk clerk of the Swiss Hotel. Danny tells me that I have a phone call. It’s 8:21 a.m. I had difficulty getting to sleep last night. For some reason garlic keeps me awake. I got out of bed wrapped the towel around my waist and walk down the corridor […]

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April 1, 1980 Journal Entry East Village

April 1, 2025 – 12:36 pm

April 1 My brother Frank’s Birthday April Fool’s Day 1979 Yesterday Michael Selbach and I felt the urge for a short trip up the Hudson on his Kawasaki 650cc motorcycle. The day was sunny and I dressed in white denims; jacket and jeans, then rode the subway up to Times Square. The David’s Pot Belly’s […]

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A Hotel Room Off The Highway 1985

March 20, 2025 – 10:44 am

A little after midnight I pull the Pontiac LeMans Off the interstate Before Flagstaff Onto Route 66___ Kyla sleeps against the door Not knowing we are stopping for the night At a motel The Flamingo Motel Hotel Red sign bright neon I pull up to the office Get us a room Kyla wake “Where are […]

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Seeing Past the Hudson – Poetry 1978 – Journal

February 9, 2025 – 12:02 pm

Soft, the West Wind Blowing visions Of a continent From beyond the Hudson River Jersey to the Delaware Water Gap The Midwest corn fields 360 flat horizens The Mississippi Corn giving way to cattle The Missouri High prarie rising from the Midwest Sighting of the Rockies Desert Nevada More desert The Sierras Oh California Oh, […]

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January 3, 1979 – Journal – East Village

January 3, 2025 – 10:33 am

Alice and I get drunk at CBGBs with Bill Yusk. At CBGBs. Where else? Alice was mad at me, because she had to wait at the door. Lisa Krystal wouldn’t let her in for free without me. Kim wasn’t waitressing either. “I don’t understand why they treat you like they do.” Alice thinks I’m nothing. […]

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