June 18th, 1977

Thursday, Gregg stopped by Gerfinckel’s to pay me for prior telephone and utility bills. He looked great and we chatted for about half an hour. It kept crossing my mind: “This is a totally reasonable, sane man. What horrible neurosis on your part caused the awful tension and eventual violence that happened.” Somehow in the conversation he mentioned that he had seen Don last Sunday at the Gay Pride Day. He said he had asked Don about my long awaited apartment and that Don had shrugged and indicated that things were not going well with Steve’s move. I worried about it for the past few days and, believing it, had almost resigned myself to not moving. In fact, started really getting comfy about not moving.

Well, Don called just a while ago and I recounted the event to him and he absolutely denied the entire incident. It really freaks me out. I can understand lying as a means of avoiding trouble. Not condone it, but understand it. Gregg’s type of lying confounds me with it’s pointlessness.

So, the fact is everything has gone beautifully with Steve and Carl’s house and it’s not unlikely to think the apartment may be available August 1st. I’ve really got to start planning for it.