Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

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’.

A cartoonist named Willy has been drawing at Open Mics and publishing the results in Waterfront Week, the neighborhood rag.  Three or four weeks ago there was a picture of me + Jeff + Wild Bill together, except I looked like I weighed 300 pounds.  So this week there is a much better cartoon of me playing my guitar.  I blew it up + put it on my office door.

D. and I had some problems a couple of weeks ago, but thankfully it’s all much better now.  He had been stewing for a while over some things between us, and he kind of spewed it all out at once.  These problems were: (1) My lack of interest (in his eyes) in his music; (2) My lack of interest in quitting smoking; (3) My L.O.I. in exercising.  And I forget what else.  We talked all this stuff over and it worked itself out.  Like, I’ve cut down a bit smoking, and we walked to the Thai Cafe once, and the music thing was just bullshit anyway.  The upshot is, I adore D.!!  I worship him!  Even if he is an insecure baby sometimes (like me).

I think his opinion of me turned around two weeks ago when something very bad happened to him.  D. was out walking on Fulton St. to look at bookcases and he found a puppy, abandoned, that he wanted to take home and adopt.  Well, he was walking it home and it ran into the street and got hit.  D. went home and called me and I spent all night with him, he was so upset.  I have never witnessed any death scene like that.

So anyway, I was very gentle and sweet to him and he really needed it.  I guess he realized that I really care a lot about him — I’m too sleepy right now to analyze it.  But ever since then, we’ve been so sweet and romantic with each other.  This past Valentine’s weekend was especially wondrous — it was a long weekend for me due to Presidents Day, and D.’s on vacation this week.  He’s building bookcases with Steve E.  D. gave me a really groovy watch with a weird shape and Daliesque numbers.  I really needed a new watch.  I had seen it on Canal Street one time when I was with him, see.

Oh, that reminds me.  Sam Zanger, a tall redhead maker of short films, did a 15-minute film about Arthur Friedel, filmed mostly at Open Mic at the Mast.  It came out wonderfully, and both me and Godfrey are in it.  I’m dancing with Arthur.  Sam also did a video for me, of me + Jeff doing "Searchin’." I sent it to Daddy + Mama and of course they loved it.

D. and I have been eating at the Thai Cafe SO often — we went six days last week!  Valentine’s day was especially wonderful — the cook made us a single large pad thai and we shared it like the lovers we are.

Saturday was fun.  D. picked up Tina M. to go to recycling in the morning, and they got me and we went to BQE Pet Food and walked dogs in the snow.  Then we had lunch at, where else, the Thai Cafe!  Tina’s nice.  There’s an apartment opening up in her building and D. and I toyed with the idea of looking at it together.

I’m truly in love with this wonderful, loving, cute, sweet, fucked-up, honest, innocent, boy named D.  Even better, we are in love with each other.  I hope it lasts a long time.

Nora hasn’t had her baby yet.  I went to her shower early this month and gave her a miniature Baby Gap denim jacket, from me and D.  Nora + John caught me + D. kissing on the street tonight in front of Baskin Robbins on Manhattan Ave.  It was cute.  I love him.