Self-Portrait

Monday, January 26, 1987
Oh, and I talked on the phone to Glenn O’Brien about why the sixties were coming back or
something, he was doing an article for Elle, he was fun. Got home and at 12:00 the phone rang and it was Billy Name. Have I forgotten to say that he’s been calling? He’s up there in Poughkeepsie and he’s organizing a sixties reunion and he has like three jobs up there, deputy sheriff and everything, and he was just chattering away—“ You know how deeply I love you, honey”— about how Gerard is coming up and Ingrid Superstar and how I’d be picked up and taken to Stephen Shore’s house—he works at Bard College now—and all this stuff. But I’m going to just have to tell Billy that I can’t face the past. And I’d walked into the house and didn’t look where I stepped and so I was talking to him with dog poop all over my shoes.
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