Vintage journal excerpt, September 14, 1986:
I’m lonely and hungry.
So what do I do?
Watching channel 2 news doesn’t help
At all!
All this football mush
with an ancient sports manager
Or referee
or whatever the fuck -
crying because his career is over -
Time to hug his mulit millionaire
Jocks
Goodbye -.
I turn to a talk show
spoken in a foreign tongue.
So much for that.
My stomach continues to roll around
uncomfortably
subtly hinting it’s dinnertime.
But dinner time means
Getting out of my chair time -
moving my lazy ass time ...
This means
Energy
Which I have none of
because I am hungry.
See?!
This is the state of the world.
As I know it.