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2002-05-22 - 11:52 a.m. |
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The tire is still there. Two memories: 1.Turning 14. My mom commutes to graduate school. She is never home. My father is in production week for a play. He is never home. Oliver takes exquisite pleasure in tormenting me through the closed door to my darkened room where I lie curled on a mound of clothes. Where I have lain for months. My father brings cake home, but I refuse to leave my room. I refuse. 2.Turning 21. We live in the second floor walkup on 47th St. Blythe makes me a cake of strawberries and whipped cream and she buys a kiddie pool and sets it up out back and she spends 2 hours filling it by herself, using a soup pot, walking up and down the back stairs. We are all tan and fit and stoned and drunk and in love. Sfitz takes me on a ride on his motorbike. Oh capricious joy. Later: Midnight at the 9:30 Club. Fishbone plays �Party at Ground Zero� and I think they play this just for me. I�m leaving town. I can�t bear the thought of the coming days. I can�t. Look for me, Father, on the roof |
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