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May 28th, 1977
Today Jim moves in: the beginning of another chapter. Last night Gregg and I hit the Country Club– late. The dregs of society were out. I brought home some nearly pitiable old queen that everyone has seen at all the bars for years. Wanted to get fucked– either I wasn’t performing or he couldn’t do it. All I remember of the alcoholic blur was him apologizing because he “wanted to please” me. Anyway, it was a body for the night. This morning I jerked off on his stomach and he left.