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

Daddy’s secretary called today to say that seven grand was getting wired into my account.  I owed Daddy $2500, and he’s going to give me the other $500 after Jan. 1st, it’s a tax thing.

First thing I did was call Jeff and ask him if he wanted to eat some steak at Peter Luger.  He was into it so I got silly and made Madeline call in my reservation.

After work I got $300 out and headed to Broadway + 8th St. determined to get myself some clothes.  But my feet walked right into Tower Records and I got 3 CDs — Skeeter Davis, George Jones + Chet Baker.  Did I tell you that the other day I found a Bonnie Guitar CD in Venus?  Dave P. says he’s never heard of it.

Then I went to Au Coton and found some black pants, and across the street to the Gap for a big thin-striped black + grey shirt.  This is for tomorrow’s date, you see.  When I got home, I listened to all my cool new music and paid bills.

I took Sam’s tapes by his place.  Another fucking thing.  He made some really lame excuses.  What a retard.  I don’t want to hear from him for a good while.

Gena G. gave my name to a lady from the Israeli Philharmonic who needs an assistant.  I tried to call + left a message but never heard from her.  Gena wants to help get me out of Lintas.  She says these nonprofit organizations are the wave of the future for music people like us.  There’s no money in advertising anymore.  Well, I sure would like to get the fuck out of Lintas.

Sue A. just got a new job on 51st + Park or something.  So we can eat lunch and shit, a lot easier.  Also, she’s gonna have Audix now.  So I can leave her goofy messages. again.  BOOP BOP BOP BOOP BOP HEP! HEP! BOP BOP BOP HEP I’S BORED.