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October 18, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

March 25, 2025 – 4:06 am

Alice’s trip to West Virginia was five days long. She returned Tuesday morning fifteen minutes before I went to work as a waiter in the Ventron Executive Dining Room off Wall Street. Somehow she looked different and acted the same. It took a full day until Alice became the love of my life again, although […]

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December 9, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 16, 2024 – 10:48 am

I haven’t seen Alice all day. My honey has been deluged by problems. The previous show’s Emcee, David McDermott, bailed on presiding over METRO NOVELTIES. A day before the opening. His resignation might have occured, because Klaus Nomi garnered all the praise, ignoring his hilarious haute fey frontman performance. Alice said nothing about the whys, […]

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December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 18, 2023 – 7:46 pm

Alice left 256 early to catch a morning flight to West Virginia. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she wore a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want […]

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Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 13, 2023 – 2:35 pm

I had been serious sick from food poisoning this week. Puking and shitting non-stop.Two days of retching in the WC toilet. I slept in the living room to keep it close. Pus getting out of the loft bed was dangerous in my condition. I felt like Doc Holiday in Tombstone. Always ready to die. Alice […]

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OCTOBER 23, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

October 23, 2023 – 1:10 pm

QUITING MARK AMITIN Tore up your phone number Written on a scrap of paper I never memorized it And I’m glad I hadn’t I’m so happy to walk away from your shit The screaming The tantrum The lechery I tell you, “Fuck you.” “You’ll be back.” “Fuck you in case I do.” I walk out […]

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