November 1, 1978 - Journal Entry - East Village

Halloween in New York.

That day I worked for Mark Amitin, the producer of ALBEE DIRECTS ALBEE, from 10am to 8pm, having to listen to a complete megalomaniac and fight off his advances. All Mark wants is to fuck me.

By the time I got back to 256 East 10th Street it was 9pm.

Alice had left a note on the table saying she was going to a party at Kim Davis' apartment on Bleecker Street. I didn't bother to bathe or even get dressed in a costume. Everyone at the party was in drag. I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. Alice was Little Bo-peep. She was having a great time as was everyone else. I kept my distance.

"Why you so down?" asked Kim holding a bottle of vodka.

"I hate work."

"Who doesn't hate work? You want to dress up as me?"

"Not a bad idea, but I'm cool being no one."

"No one is better at being no one than you."

She handed me the vodka. A no one knew his role. I drank more than I should and never broke a smile, happy to not be in drag.

Au naturalment no one to the nines.

November 2 1978 - Journal Entry - East Village

At Club 57 on St. Mark's Lang and I heckled the performers. Several people in the audience took offense. Miss Nancy, the emcee, shrilled, "Get the fuck out of here."

The crowd laughed and I responded saying, "Join the real world or at least the 1930s."

We didn't leave, but when David Dirtbomb, a comic, appeared on stage. He was stunned to see us stunned by out spotlighted as the offendersHe knew us as ruffian protecting gays, queers, and dykes on the scene. The next act came onto the stage to rescue us from embarrassment. Over thirty people were pissed at us, including my girl friend, Alice, who had earlier extolled the turmoil of the boisterous claque in 19th Century French theater.

Adele Bertel from the Contortions confronted me and I grabbed the mike to recite a country western poem.

Lucky's Ten Strike
Woke up this morning
Broke and deserted
Mona left me long ago
She probably should have left
Longer ago___
Mona was there
The night
I rolled 300
Ten straight strikes
At Star Lanes Bowling Center
In Butte, Montana___
I should have never celebrated
By leaving with the cocktail waitress
Leaving Mona to take a taxi
Home___
Woke up this morning
Broke and deserted
Same as always
And even my belly belly
Is broke too.
This silenced the crowd. Adele said it was great. Alice glared I left her silence for another bar. Alice was not pleased. Fuck them all.