May 19th, 1979
Final scene: this is the last time that I will sit perched at the end of my dining room table drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and listening to blaring music as I hammer away at this old typewriter telling my life’s story to myself.
I just sold the dining room furniture. In preparation for our move to Capitol Hill. This furniture has truly been the last vestige of my world with Richard. Dragging it from one home to another for the past four years– now it is leaving my life. It has been somehow a symbol of some security that I thought I once had with Richard. All these years of Saturday afternoons at the end of this table– this is it; the last sitting.