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Oh boy! I love a new notebook.  This one I got at the Deli Mart on Bedford & N. 7th because it was such a Hello Kitty shade of pink.

It’s been probably six months since I’ve kept a journal — I think I was fixing to move in with D. when the last one trailed off.  Well now we’re living here quite comfortably and happily, atop the Road Tramps motorcycle club with the three cats living in peace — my Junebug and Boo Boo Kitty and D.’s Markie the Cat.  And Little Pal sleeps with us & the cats upstairs but is banished downstairs when we’re not around — he’s a cat chaser.

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By Tony Millionaire

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Isn’t this the 3rd anniversary of the day I moved to New York?  Well, I have two more pages to fill and about that much wakefulness left tonight.  I am in Packmania.  On May 3rd they came and carted off all of Bill’s stuff finally.  It ended up weighing 3500 pounds and cost him $2300.  He called tonight to say it had arrived in Austin.  So the little room which housed his stuff for a year is now being filled by my boxes as I pack my stuff to move to South 6th St.

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Well, I have big news.  I’m moving in with D., sort of.  The apartment above his opened up and I decided to take it, so we’ll have the whole building except for the first-floor garage.  D. got a price of $950 for both his space and mine, so if we split that rent, he’ll be saving $175 and I’ll be saving $225!  Of course it’ll cost money to move though.  The space is really dirty and full of wood and shit, because the last tenant was a messy painter who built his own frames (and shit).  I will have to spend some time cleaning and hauling stuff to the dump and maybe painting a little.  I like the room a lot, though.  I’m all excited and scared at the prospect of living with D. after knowing him for less than a year.  He’s scared too, but we feel real optimistic about it nonetheless.  It was just an opportunity we decided to jump on.  Really, I can’t wait.

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And I have the IRS where I want them on the 15th of April 1993, as Arthur would say.  From the 18th of August in 1964 to April 15th 1993, 28 years old so far so good (and so on).

Things are going so well I can’t believe it.  I actually got a big refund on both my NY state and federal tax returns because of the loss we took when we sold the family-property moneypit.  I’m so relieved about that — I had no idea — I thought I was going to owe a lot of money.

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So anyway, at the end of February all this shit went down.  On the same day, Black Friday 2/26/93, the World Trade Center got bombed and Nora and John Gallagher’s baby died.  She had the baby on Wednesday and his name was Sean Michael.  He was a big baby, 9 lbs. 6 oz., but he was born with a terrible problem, had surgery and couldn’t pull out of it I guess.  Something was wrong with his insides.  Everybody was praying for that baby… it’s such a tragedy for John and Nora.

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God, I have so much to catch up on.  Guess I’ll go backwards.

Just got back from the Mast where I met D. and we sat talking with Cliff and Sam and Godfrey.  Godfrey told us his "Frida" story — the origins of his rather unbecoming nickname.

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WHEW!  That was long nap!  I took a break from writing in this thing.  I guess I have a lot of old shit to rehash.  Well, that gig opening for Poor Lyrics went great.  Jessica did the songs-outta-the-hat thing, and we played everything right and everybody clapped.  It was really cool to have a long stretch of time to play with.  John + Nora liked us so much that we get to headline on March 5th.  I am scared shitless because Jeff has been really sick for two weeks with a flu and this gig is 2-1/2 weeks away and I’m kinda freakin’.

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Tonight’s my first paying gig ever, so I’m relaxing by myself for awhile — I want to take a nap in a little bit.  Jeff and I went through all the songs earlier today and it all sounded fine.  Hope I didn’t wear out my voice.  It should be really fun tonight.  I wonder if anybody from work will show up, that would be fun to show off in front of them.  I would get a kick out of it if Melanie B. would come especially.  Because I think she would genuinely be into that sort of music.

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I’ve been fucking with Bill’s boxes for the past few days.  I’m playing hell with UPS because they’re closed tomorrow and won’t make pickups until after the New Year when I’ll be working again.  So I’m trying to get this moving company to pick them up for me.

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Wow.  What a weird Saturday I had.  Weird week, matter ‘o’ fact.

Thursday night was Christmas Eve and there was open mic at the Ships Mast with Wild Bill.  I had picked some songs to do, none of which I’d ever done live before, don’t ask me what made me think I could pull that off.  Like, I picked "The Things I Might Have Been" by Kitty Wells, which has a lot of fuckin’ lyrics to it!

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Yesterday I spent all fuckin’ day waiting for the UPS guy, and he didn’t show up until 6:00.  D. came over later and he took me to the laundry to drop my clothes off.  Then we went to the L Cafe and met Diane.  We ate a little, but my tomato thing was gross — they put it on a hero instead of a bagel.  So we went home, made love, smoked pot, R. came over and called in for Thai food, he went + got it, came back and we ate pad thai.  R. left, D. left, I went to sleep.  Extremely boring day.

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So today D. picked me up and we went into the city to go to the "Wreck-a-Stow." We stopped at Kiddie City and I finally found a videogame for Mama, hopefully she hasn’t gotten it already.  It’s Road Runner Death Valley Rally.

I’ve been making a lot of boxes to send Bill.  UPS is coming tomorrow to pick up 14 35-pound boxes full of videotapes.  It’s gonna cost $211.36.

We ate at BBQ by NYU and had chicken + ribs.  I used to get perturbed because D. tends to eat with his mouth open and chomp his food.  Now I’ve learned to just not look at him eat.  I guess if I’m proud of my own table manners, well goody for me.

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D. is off at his parent’s house.  I’m taping some stuff (video), Lou Reed right now.

Yesterday D. came over and we went to Vinnie’s to pop a slice, get a good base for the evening.  At 11:30 he dropped me off at the Mast, he had to go get Jessica.  The Jackaroos were playing, and Diane and Barbara were there, but they left with Cliff and Jessica later to go to Mike Chapman’s party in Greenpoint.  The Mast was really empty due to parties in the hood.  D. and I were sitting real close and touching each other a lot and stuff.  It’s still kind of a cute secret hee-hee-hee kinda thing when we’re at the Mast.

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I had yesterday off from work.  I’m off until after New Years, praise Blackie.  I had to go in anyway, to pick up dental forms, get my tax stuff which I intend to pay, and mail off Bill’s mail and a Marky Mark cassette to the Santa letter girl.  Flex had picked me up a letter at the main post office.  One of the letters he got for himself was so funny — a boy asking Santa for a frog and a bag of flies.  So he got a frog incubator, where you send off for a freeze-dried tadpole, and also a toy catapult that shoots plastic flies.

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