October 13th, 1972

Friday the 13th, eh?

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just after 5:00 PM.

Here it is again, another gloriously beautiful bright blue Friday afternoon rolling past my train window.

And here I am again looking backward across junky marsh fields and horrible green heaps of chemicals at Manhatten.

It’s stuffy in here– I feel gritty and shabby– my hands are dirty and I can’t close my mouth all the way. Goddam wisdom tooth all swollen and achy.

An absolutely terrible day at work today. Started badly– woke up cold and cranky to a dark room– went back to sleep and had to rush– rather than go through the ordeal of a shower there I just shaved and put on my double knit, wrinkled pants. My blue stars tie is filthy by now. As my coat– my hair looks awful and my shoes are scuffed terribly. The makings of a bum…

     clanking cranking through

          New Jersey sunset

think I’ll go to the men’s room and change my clothes.