The fact that this journal is nearly over is awesome to me. This book has followed me through an entire year. I flip backward through the pages and find myself at Lynn’s table at 3:00 AM with no home, no lover. My own history fascinates me. —- The stigma of having a learning disability. I sit buzzed out to my own music– full of beer and nicotine and amyl nitrate. I contact no lovers. Arlene calls. A friend does not work. Last night’s one night stand doesn’t do the job either. So I sit in solitude and long for something that I can’t really name. The dogs are barking.
December 19th, 1976
December 19th, 1976
December 19th, 1976
The fact that this journal is nearly over is awesome to me. This book has followed me through an entire year. I flip backward through the pages and find myself at Lynn’s table at 3:00 AM with no home, no lover. My own history fascinates me. —- The stigma of having a learning disability. I sit buzzed out to my own music– full of beer and nicotine and amyl nitrate. I contact no lovers. Arlene calls. A friend does not work. Last night’s one night stand doesn’t do the job either. So I sit in solitude and long for something that I can’t really name. The dogs are barking.