Sunday January 14, 1990 The Only Nice Thing
The only nice thing about my birthday was the friendly dinner Susan and I shared at Scalawags. Spent a very sick Sunday in my bed with Megs watching the Cleveland Browns lose…
Completely demoralizing
Stupid Broncos and stupid Hellway
I kept playing this mix tape with Billie’s “Strange Fruit” on it, trying to decide if we were clichés or wannabes.
At this point, it’s probably some of both