February 17th, 1980

So I sit at the kitchen table in a sunny quiet house sipping wine and listening to a tree full of chirping birds on the patio. I was with Bill and his kids until 10:00 PM and rushed home just in time to get stoned and change clothes for a night out with Rob and Ralph and a friend from New York, David. Wild night out, as usual. We all got pretty fucked up on booze and dope and poppers. I got a blow job standing against the wall of the bar. Flipped about the bar like Perle Mesta– on both visits to the new bar, I’ve seen perhaps a half-dozen friends and acquaintances. And with my trim new body from dieting, I’ve been getting cruised to death.

Life is, how do you say, on the up swing.