April 10th, 1978
Late night, stoned again. Must stop smoking that New York dope. It gets me just too fucked up. But that’s what I do over and over– get too fucked up.
Easy night at home. Chippy and I have Veal Parmesan and watch TV and work a crossword puzzle together and laugh and make jokes. I feel the kind of security and comfort around Chippy that one usually only feels with family. She has a face that shines like an angel’s. She is the sister I have always longed for.
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If, in fact, I have a tendency to find the worst of a situation– I know that at least I have the opposite capacity to find the best.
It’s such a new feeling to be happy and safe.