Here’s what happened: Wendy called me Wednesday night. After nearly two weeks of running into brick walls in my search for an apartment, I was becoming openly hopeless. That night I was rummaging through my suitcase full of pictures– looking for that marvelous photo of my mother and I– which I have yet to find. In the process I encountered all the curled up Polaroids of my former selves and lovers and, drunk again, was sitting here crying when the phone rang. I guess I will never know for sure– but Wendy says that she and Chippy had discussed it and they wanted me to move in with them in their house in Rosslyn.
February 19th, 1978
February 19th, 1978
February 19th, 1978
Here’s what happened: Wendy called me Wednesday night. After nearly two weeks of running into brick walls in my search for an apartment, I was becoming openly hopeless. That night I was rummaging through my suitcase full of pictures– looking for that marvelous photo of my mother and I– which I have yet to find. In the process I encountered all the curled up Polaroids of my former selves and lovers and, drunk again, was sitting here crying when the phone rang. I guess I will never know for sure– but Wendy says that she and Chippy had discussed it and they wanted me to move in with them in their house in Rosslyn.