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October 16th, 1972

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October 16th, 1972

The Last Hundred Miles
Oct 16, 1972
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October 16th, 1972

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It’s a drippy, chilly, achy Monday and I didn’t go back to New York last night.

So far I haven’t attached any emotional meanings to that fact.

Here I am now– sitting at this table that I’ve sat at so many mornings– smoking DMT (supposedly) and drinking black coffee– naked, wrapped in Margie’s green bedspread.

I called E.S. McCann this morning and told Joan about my tooth– and that I wasn’t coming in– there was a bit of small talk and then she put me on hold to let me talk to Bob– I hung up.

Tying up loose ends is the only thing left. Perhaps this time I’ll send a telegram.

I’m going to try and go back to the city in a couple of weekends– to call the guy I met at St. Mark’s Playhouse. He and Joel are my only two remaining interests. 

And so this weekend– 

unknowingly, unwittingly and unhesitantly

I put an end to my

New York Diary 

As it stands–

I am at Margie’s which is–

God save the Queen– a home–

I have an appointment to have my wisdom tooth removed on Friday–

      I’m a bit shaken. 

I talked to mom on the phone last night. She told me she’d given (or sold) her car to Uncle Willie–

Somehow it seemed premature– it hurt my feelings nonetheless.

Here I am back in Washington– cleaning up Margie’s apartment– watching soap operas– drinking coffee and smoking DMT. 

I have to get a job next week–

ah, but that’s another journal isn’t it?

Isn’t it

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