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1984<br />

January 6, 1984<br />

Chicago, Illinois<br />

Now I am in Chicago. Everyone came to the train station in Raleigh and saw me off. It was bitterly<br />

cold, and I cried as we pulled away and I saw Mom and Joe and Sharon and Dean and Katherine and<br />

the Parkers all waving. At the DC station I bought a Coke from a vending machine that talked. That<br />

was a first.<br />

My three days visiting Allyn in Pittsburgh were a blur—smoked a lot of pot, snorted a good deal<br />

of cocaine, which never really agrees with me.<br />

Tonight was a reception for new students in the dining area of the Art Institute. There was wine<br />

and cheese and people in uniforms who emptied the ashtrays. I’m not as hysterical as I thought I might<br />

be and am having a good time looking around. Visited the post office and the big main library and the<br />

conservatory of music, where Ned Rorem went. I am beside myself. On leaving the reception tonight,<br />

I saw a man sitting on a stool. He’d removed his artificial legs, which were lying on the ground<br />

beside him. What a place!<br />

January 10, 1984<br />

Chicago<br />

I looked at four apartments today, the best being 820 West Cuyler. It’s a short street, and everyone<br />

in the building is from Mexico or Central America. There’s trash in the courtyard and on the landings,<br />

but the rent is only $190. The living room / bedroom ceiling is covered with plastic to catch the<br />

falling plaster. The floors are collaged with different patterns of linoleum, but the bathroom’s OK.<br />

There are plenty of windows and a kitchen big enough to do all my work in. Best of all, it’s eight<br />

blocks from an IHOP that looks exactly like the one I left behind in Raleigh, both inside and out.<br />

January 15, 1984<br />

Chicago<br />

After looking at sixteen apartments, some so small I could heat them with a candle and a few that<br />

were roommate situations, I came back to 820 West Cuyler. George, the super, told me I can take up<br />

the linoleum if I want and remove the flimsy wall that divides the main room in half. The closet’s big,<br />

and he will replaster the ceiling.<br />

While cleaning it, I found lots of matches, a cap, and a rattrap. The last tenants left behind a sofa

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