December 2nd, 1978
What is this process that has been a part of my life so much…
The integral Larry. Saturday morning and music blasting and beer. I’ve built a fire in the dark living room. Occasional trips to the refrigerator for poppers. Hot cigarettes and pacing. Larry running home movies through his head with the critical eye of a film editor. Snips and pieces falling to the floor.
Rich days on Pierce Street. I am having two concurrent romances, Wendy is in New York for a torrid weekend with Randal, Chippy is still in bed (3:30 PM) with a new romance, we suppose, for her.