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September 25th, 1977
A low grey foggy fall day. Still on my diet. Still sober. Chain smoking. Gulping diet soda. Tucked away in my new, still bare-feeling apartment. Watching “Now Voyager” on television. Desperately trying not to dramatize my own loneliness.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, the kid from Missouri is lonely. 26 years old, on the wagon, and bulging around the middle.
I am happy with my world, my work, my apartment, my friends. But I need a body here beside me desperately.
Oh god, bring me somebody to love.