Journal Entry December 29, 1977

1977 is almost finished. I sat with Georg at One-Fifth. His teen queen had just walked out on him. He raised his glass and said, "Here's to 1978."

We clinked glasses and he added, "We haven't fucked up a single of day of 1978."

"Not yet, and it won't take long."

After finishing our drinks we went to Veronica's party and once more Nina, the Nordic Valkyrie, flirted sexually by rubbing my thigh and even higher. I knew this was heading nowhere, but frustration, and she said, "You're so cold."

She opened her shirt and forced my head to her breasts.

"That's, because you're so cold to me."

"You call this cold." She stroked my penis under my jeans. I got hard.

Elvis came on the record player and someone tried to change the 45.

"Don't do that," I shouted and the person shrugged, as if it really didn't matter what was playing

Nina looked at me with surprise.

"I didn't know you were into Elvis."

"I wore black for three days after his death."

"I've changed my mind about you. You love Elvis same as me."

She stood up and straddled my groin, lifting her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her breasts rode my shoulders, as her pelvis rubbed against my belly. This was a complete mismatch and I bet she had a large cunt. She took me in the bathroom and proved I was wrong.

@ the St. Marks Cinema

During the showing of EASY RIDER Georg said, "I can get over Maria. I know we weren't meant forever, but you know she really hurt me. I didn't know that she could."

"Sorry, but both of you were seeing someone else or elses and that doesn't say you care for someone."

"Not in 1977."

Hurt me.
Make me pain
So I will remember our love
Our lives don't exist when we are together
Just the feel of you completes me
Hurt and pleasure
The two feel good
When you are strong
And even better weak___

AUGUST 16, 1978 - JOURNAL ENTRY - EAST VILLAGE

Last night I snorted nine thick rails of cocaine with my nerves on edge and my penis soft as a worm.

My sleep lasted until noon. Alice is already working at the yogurt shop. I have no work, but hopefully can pull off a coke deal for money for a friend of Mark Amitin.

I call Mark.

"$2100 for an OZ."

"That's fine. It's not my money."

The buyer is an entertainment lawyer from Long Island. The end of the line starting with a Bolivian farmer, a local buyer, a muleskinner transporting the leaves, a lab turning the leaves into powder, a pilot, a wholesaler in Florida to a Dominican dealer, and finally my friend, Rick Guadalcanal. My piece of the action will be $150. I should have charged 2200, but decided 2100 was going rate. The buyer is going to test it, then say 'yes' or 'no'. I hope yes, because I only have $11.

Elvis the American Dream A young Memphis trucker sings rock to become an international star. HOUNDDOG to VIVA LAS VEGAS Private jets, Grilled PBJs, sold-out concerts, and Graceland. The light are off in Graceland. Te King died alone. None of his fame or fortune forestalled his failure. Priscilla deserted him His Mom died at 42. His body grew fat, but his fans only saw the glitter of the gold suits. Poor Ole White Boy was never his own After BLUE SUEDE SHOES hit the charts. The Colonel ran his life. Elvis was sold out every second of his life He was the King And a King can not trust anyone, But he gave away things to the poor. Cadillacs, houses, money. He was the common man. Long live Elvis.

Alice came back hsaken to her core.

"I can't feel good about myself."

"Nobody can, because no one hates you more than yourself."

We get drunk and getting drunk soles nothing. Not tonight.