So today I will just pop to ——- for one beer then home. No strip clubs. Therefore nothing else to do. I was certainly hungry when I woke this morning, hungry for flesh. How long has it been??? I am using my time productively by working on The Double Life, and my chronological word document of ALL my writing even the stuff between my published books, even my diary stuff from old computer. That is invaluable work.
And weight down BELOW 15 stone! 14’13 !
On old computer I find so much missing stuff, stuff that fills all the gaps between Autismus and Lotta, and between Lotta and Cold Icy Air, and between Cold Icy Air and Casanova. No doubt I cut it out for good reasons, but I want to now put it all back in to one continuous document, to get my chronology right once and for all. A project that can start tonight, and will keep me very very busy until end of October.
So everything does seem OK. No dramas, no trouble for me, no dirty tricks behind my back. —— is really sexy, came in like a gothic widow today, all swirling black widow’s weeds. Spectacular.
FIN DE SIECLE (MUNICH 1996-99)
THE COLD ICY AIR OF THE MOUNTAINS
CASANOVA (LOST WANDERINGS)
THE DOUBLE LIFE
THE HEART RIPPED OUT (1991-92) because it is these two summers that made me go to Sunset Strip for the very first time. It was THIS broken-hearted infatuation that made me go to strip club and start my career in infamy. That is why it DOES need to be written, somehow. June 1991 to September 1992. Check those black & red notebooks when I get home.
A trilogy: 1 after I met Sarah. 2 after I met ——. 3. After I left ——. Munich, Berlin, Brussels?