The continued posts of journal entries that I wrote twenty-five years ago.

January 14, 1983: Weary. Resignation official. Wrote about NJ sunset. My eyes dance too much. On PATH trains, at movies. Saw Rocky III and Live On Sunset Strip (last minute substitutes for Paul Schrader.) Learn more about scotch. The light shines through the ‘Two’ of the Church House window.

January 15, 1983: A montage of memories. “You only have to do one thing well to make it in this world. You only have to be a good man to one woman one time and that’ll be the end of your road” As I prepare to talk with Linda about my road, and as I find myself trapped in a different set of sparkling eyes. I pave like an animal in a cage yearning to be free or perhaps trapped in “The age of gold.” Wanting to break through all the societal bullshit built in my psyche which prevents me from saying “I am a human being.” Why is it I tare for hours out of dirty windows?

January 16, 1983: Shades of Metamorphosis. I wake up to find a stranger in my bed; myself. At Clare’s discussing hackers. What about a hacker story? Off to Bunuel festival. Sold out at 6:20.