August 5th, 1980

Last night I asked for a razor. Bill called me last night and said he had a friend visiting from LA who he just knew I would like. I said I’d meet him tonight at 11:00 at the Snake Pit after Wendy and John’s Chinese dinner for Richard and Sarah. I drank a lot of gin and danced around the house while Wendy cleaned the kitchen and we played Bonnie Raitt real loud. Bored and not wanting the day to end with nothing happening to me; I called Bill. There was no answer and on a hunch I showered, painted and went to the Snake Pit. They were there. Chris is a tall, good-looking hustler from LA with a cowboy twang and some boyish naiveté which, by now dear reader, you know I love. We drank tequila shooters and went in the bathroom and made out. Bill is there with some huge country type redneck with no shirt.

Everyone is drunk and having a good time. Chris and I leave and go back to Bill’s apartment building where he has given Chris an apartment to stay in. I am quite in the bag by now and proclaim unending friendship for Chris. I decide that we must become blood brothers. Back at the apartment I ask for a razor so we can combine our blood. He didn’t have a razor so we curled together wrapped under a fitted sheet and slept. This morning we had sex. He is totally without ulterior points and seems direct and honest in a redneck way. He says he wants to see me tonight. So I have a date later at Eqquus. After dinner with Richard and Sarah. I am giddy and happy in a slightly anxious way and got all my hair cut off this afternoon. Now I drink gin.