An Old & Edited Out Section of My Book

finding porn mags on 8th street in 1984.

(that’s me with Josephine, the Chelsea Hotel operator, in her operator’s booth “behind the desk.”)

I got a new laptop for Christmas and used the content “migration” from the old one as an excuse to do a deep digital cleanse. In the process, I found some old sections of Don’t Call Me Home. Some were pretty bad. Some surprised me, because I truly don’t remember writing them. A different version of the short scene I’ve posted below is in the published book. I found the voice in this old version strange, and really different than my middle-aged writing voice.

(Oh, and Writing Group is back in session. Tuesday-Friday 11am-2pm (EST), rolling admission, use the monthly Zoom link when you want, come and go as you please, but I’m there during those hours. I open each session with a short reading & simple meditations and then we work on our own stuff ‘til 2. On Fridays we check in with each other, and share some pages. It’s $290 per year. When you become a “founding member” you get the Zoom link. Details here.)

Here’s the old, little scene (& some more old pics), hope you enjoy:

(me & Rebi, my best friend in Don’t Call Me Home and the other person in the scene below.)