July 19th, 1980

If you are looking for me, follow the signs to the Cocktail Lounge. As it happens right now, I am sitting at the bar of the cocktail lounge of the Newark, New Jersey Airport– with my dog on my lap. Oh, don’t ask how I got here– we shall go from here.

My eyes are puffy and sore from crying. No matter. A broken heart here– a broken heart there– mine, theirs– does it matter?

Another true love down the old tubes–