Excerpts From a Diary 39
I took a silver dollar from my bank & went to Falco’s. I thought, if I buy myself one beer & nurse it, maybe I’ll run into someone who’ll feel like buying some more. Sure enough, Rolf Johnson was there – newly wed – not that marriage makes any difference to a guy like Rolf. If that marriage lasts, I’ll be amazed. I’ll be amazed if it lasts 5 years.
When I got home, Teddy was already there. He had good news & bad news. The good news was a 3-drawer filing cabinet for the office. The bad news was that when he went over to our old place on Minnesota Avenue to get the messages, Paulie told him to get the phone out of there – because they’ve rented the apartment. Whatever happened to selling the house? I tell you, I’m not surprised. I can just imagine what kind of third world wonders he’s got moving in there. I mean – the place hasn’t even been painted. It’s really a dump. I’ve been in crack houses that look better than that place! It just leaves a really bad taste in our mouths. Teddy got everything out – we still had a few rugs there – but he forgot the maps on the walls – for booking parties – so we’re going back to grab them after he comes home from work. I also discovered that my modeling portfolio is missing. I hope no one’s home when we go – I want to run down cellar & look for it. I mean – I’m sure Paulie took it. Even if they’re home – I’m gonna look for it. It’s mine – it’s the only portfolio I have – I don’t have any copies! I’m so glad we got out of there! What assholes!
Lying in bed – watching the Today show. I feel so sick – my stomach is absolutely killing me – it’s really been hurting lately – could I have an ulcer? – or maybe it’s just the flu. But it doesn’t feel like the flu. It just hurts. I get moments of nausea. I feel so tired. I took two naps yesterday & I was still falling asleep at 10 last night. Maybe I’m just depressed. I feel so fat & so ugly.
Mark says my poems are great but – Forethought Books doesn’t publish poetry or fiction. Why the fuck not? It seems to me that he could have told me that before I got my hopes up – but it is probably my fault anyway – for dreaming & not being business-like – I know better than that – oh well – he’s getting with me on Thursday. Published or not, I need guidance.
Later. Missy woke me up. She wanted to play. I chased her around for a while before I got into the shower. I still feel lousy. I haven’t eaten yet – I’m not hungry – I figure when I do eat, I’ll just have a poached egg. I’m planning meatloaf for dinner – Teddy loves meatloaf & if I can’t eat it, I can store the leftovers – meatloaf never goes to waste.
I’ve got the Grateful Dead on. I’m gonna read until “Perry Mason” comes on. After that – there’s a movie I wanna watch – camped out here on the sofa with my books, notebooks, pens & a stomach ache.
It never rains but it pours. The phone strike is over but we still have no phone. The checks Teddy wrote to pay the bill bounced – & now they want the payment in cash & you can’t have a phone installed until your bill is paid – so now Teddy wants me to go to Anthony Falco & borrow the money. He wants me to ask for $200 – to be paid back Saturday night after we work – but Saturday night’s job is only $135. Teddy said “don’t worry” if we don’t have the whole $200 – “it’ll be OK” – but it won’t be OK – I don’t operate that way. I’ll ask for $150 – which I don’t want to do anyway. I am sick & tired of asking Anthony for money. Personally – I don’t see why we have to pay the bill & get a phone today anyway. We’ve been without a phone for so long – I don’t see what a few more days will matter. I’m gonna have to call my regular clients anyway. I wish Teddy wouldn’t put me into these situations! I hate asking for money! I just hate it!
On top of that – my cartridge ran out this morning. Life sucks! I’m so sick of being broke!
Later. Well – in a much better mood! I went & called NYNEX myself – it’s not NY Telephone anymore – & I set up new service – not one word was said about paying the bill – & since service won’t be on for at least a week – we can have the bill taken care of by then. Also – I don’t have to go through the indignity of asking Anthony for money.
Watching a Marianne Faithfull movie – really dumb – really hokey 60’s bullshit. I wanted to sleep in this morning but Teddy took so long getting out of here that I couldn’t get back to sleep once I got back to bed. I got up & cleaned the house – changed the cat litter – took the garbage out – took a shower – cleaned the bathroom – put in a load of wash – later I have to go to Falco’s & get Anthony to cash a check for me – $200 from Uncle Joe. I hope Anthony will – I’ve been over there several times in the last few days & either I’ve just missed him or he just got back from the bank or something. It’s so annoying to have $200 & not have it.
Well – I should get ready to go out – it’ll take a while – so many layers to put on – hair & make-up – I really don’t feel like going out – that’s the whole problem.
Another full moon – I did a ritual this morning when I was alone & ended up crying. I wish we had a phone! It’s a week since I called the phone company – what’s the big hold-up? It’s such a drag! Meanwhile – my career is over – this coming weekend is usually a big party weekend – all that money I’m not making! I could cry!
Our money woes are mounting. We’re eating well & we have weed so I can’t complain but we’re already behind on the rent & we’ve only been here a short while. Luckily all the other bills are small & easily taken care of. The trouble is – it’s Christmas. It’s just the wrong time of year to be out of a phone – out of work – & out of money!
Anthony couldn’t cash my check. He says he’s gotten so many bad checks lately that his dad said, no more cashing checks. God! When it rains, it really pours! Anyway – I stayed there drinking all afternoon. Rolf stopped in – on his lunch break. I said, “You come awfully far for lunch.” “The bars are boring in Lockport,” he replied. I could really fall for him. He’s so arrogant – really an asshole – he makes me think of Napoleon – the way his lip curls – the way his eyebrows arch – his whole pampered rich boy attitude – the kind of jerk I’m famous for falling for – a different kind of macho – GQ macho – but strip off that suit & he’s the same as the rest of them. Oh well – nothing will ever come of it – & just as well, too!
I am so depressed I hate myself. I can’t stand feeling this this – so disoriented – so horny – so scared – so disgusted. The realization that my career is over. I have to start looking for a “real” job – & I have no desire whatsoever to do that. The realization that I’m fat & ugly & getting old & have a giant zit on my cheek. I’ve been putting poems together for the Just Buffalo competition but without the $25 entry fee, what’s the point? Life sucks! I could smoke a joint & make myself feel better but have so little, I really should conserve it. I try to tell myself that there’s plenty of people with no homes & no food & no joints – I’m really lucky – I have my health – I have a loving husband & 2 beautiful cats – etc., etc. – but I feel hopeless anyway.
I feel terrible. I barely slept last night – too much coffee after dinner – & Missy kept waking me up – & I was dreaming I was opening for Blaze Starr – I was dancing to “B-A-B-Y” & twirling my red skirts – oh well. I woke up all congested & coughing. I also feel a little nauseated – I can’t figure it out. I’m supposed to get my period on Sunday – it’s probably just PMS – plus the usual depression – Teddy & I are both severely depressed. He’s afraid we’re going to be evicted. He tried calling his mother all day yesterday but she wasn’t there – god, what a drag – having to ask for help! Goddamn Paulie! What an asshole! Knowing how we needed that phone & answering machine! I bet no one’s moved in there! I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure out a way to get back – get revenge – some simple little revenge spell that wouldn’t rebound too badly – but all I can think of is the apartment on fire – & then I’m afraid I’ll end up watching my own place on fire – oh life sucks. I feel sick to my stomach.
Later. Danielle just left. She brought a coffee cake & some real tasty weed – I only wish I felt better so I could appreciate it more. I’m glad she came by – she left brochures from all the campgrounds they stayed at – all state parks. She said it was a really good trip. She also brought me a giant pine cone.
Noon. I feel better today. Not my cold – that’s still hanging in there – but my spirits are better. It snowed a foot last night – it looks so excellent – the first thing I did today was shovel the driveway, the sidewalk, back to the garbage & the driveway next door – the old farts’ house – & their sidewalk. Then I came in & ate & cleaned the house & then I was so exhausted that I laid down for a while. I got up at 11 a.m. & took a shower, put a load of wash in & then put on my Christmas tape & danced & sang with Shadow – I put on a real show for my babies. But it doesn’t take much to tire me out – I’m gonna take it easy the rest of the day.
Another workless weekend. It really snowed Friday & Saturday – another foot, easily – I shoveled for several hours Saturday & really paid for it Sunday – massive backache. Yesterday I baked a bunch of cookies & decorated them & did the same this morning.
Teddy got through to his mother – but no money. He didn’t come out & ask her – just told her about our woes & she said she had sent a card – which led him to believe that there was money enclosed in it – which there wasn’t. Oh well. He should have just asked for help – instead of implying that we need the help. When I asked someone for help, I don’t dance around the subject, I fucking nail it. Anyway – he called the landlord & talked things over with him & I guess things are alright. & I called Bonnie out at her tavern by GM & I’m working there next Friday – I can hardly wait. Oh, if I only had one more job! A Thursday night job – but I don’t know how it’ll even happen. Hopefully, I’ll make good tips at Bonnie’s Tavern – I’ve got to! I’ve got to!
Another depressed day. These days are almost crippling. I feel so lousy anyway – I have my period & a cold – I took some cough medicine & went back to bed this morning but Missy wouldn’t let me sleep – meowing, meowing – she wouldn’t shut up! Oh, I know she wants to play – I just feel so awful – it’s so hard. I have no appetite – although I know I’m hungry – I’d have an egg but we’re out of bread & what’s an egg without toast?
At least Pat will be over later on with some weed.
Afternoon. I am beyond depressed. A certified letter just arrived – from the landlord – stating that we owe $1100 & that if money owed aren’t received by 12/28, we’ll be evicted & taken to court. I thought Teddy said that everything was alright. I know that when he sees this letter, he’ll say – don’t worry, everything will be ok – he gets paid on Thursday & the whole check will go to the landlord & so will his next two checks – so all we have to worry about is eating. & who needs to eat, right? Also, we can get another loan from the Credit Union next month – he’ll tell me not to worry – things will be alright – but when? When? I just hate this!
I’ve been trying to write to take my mind off things but it’s so hard. Writing about dancing just makes me depressed. Writing about The Canteen – about dancing, drinking, drugs – about dollar bills stuffed in a g-string – oh, I miss it so! Oh, those great Christmases of 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985! Money to burn! Drugs omega! Lots of presents for everyone! I feel so helpless now. So weak & ineffectual. So needy. I keep trying to look ahead & be cheerful but I can’t. I keep telling myself that we’re lucky to have each other – good food, weed, a nice place to live – things will work out – things will be fine! & I know they will be fine! But right now, they suck!
War with Panama. I don’t think Brad is being sent – thank the Goddess! How I hate these stupid wars!
I talked to Mom last night. I wanted to ask for help but I knew she would never say yes so I didn’t. She & Bob are stopping in on Christmas Day. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen them since the reunion – a year & a half. I was really depressed when I called her & I kinda wish I hadn’t called but I’m also glad that I did. She gave me a lecture on “doing the right thing” – which I presume is not dancing & not doing drugs – which is out of the question now anyway – & it occurred to me that I’m almost 30 years old & she’s still lecturing me!! Oh well!
Bushed. Teddy & I have been cleaning house all day. This place looks great. Every piece of furniture got polished! Furniture got moved – every inch of carpet got vacuumed. The blanket on the couch got washed. The litter box got changed – all the mirrors were washed & wiped until they were completely streak-proof – the kitchen was scrubbed with steel-wool & a tooth-brush. Right now, I have sweet dough rising – I’m making cinnamon rolls. Later on we’ll have spaghetti & Italian sausage meat sauce.
Mom & Bob are stopping in tomorrow. So are Henry & Mina. I don’t think we’ll see Sue & Brad or Helena & Geoff & I don’t know about Rocco. I hope so. I have gifts for everyone. Nothing great – just little things I made – small crocheted ornaments for the tree & things like that. Mom & Jerry sent $100 & Mama & Bob sent a $50 Sears gift certificate. All of the money I made at Bonnie’s went to the rent. Anyway – yesterday we were really happy – out Christmas shopping – we bought the cutest kitty condo for Shadow & Missy – also stocking filled with cat toys & bizzy balls – plus I managed to get presents for everyone else – of which I am very proud – just little things but who cares? – It was so much fun just to be out & shopping – looking at all the decorations & the people.
Just ate the Christmas pizza. So good! It’s been a nice Christmas. It was really great seeing Mom & Bob & everyone else. They all loved our place. & they adored the kitties.
The cats loved their toys – Shadow loves the kitty condo. They were so funny – just like real kids – waking us up early – scratching at the living room door – then not being able to decide which toy to play with first – then playing with a vengeance – playing until they were so tired out they would hardly keep their eyes open but playing on anyway. They’re so sweet! They’re so wonderful! Such adorable Christmas cats!
So far, a nice day. I went out & shoveled this morning – boy, it is cold out there! Are we having a real winter this year or what? I’ve straightened up the house & put in a couple loads of wash & now I’m gonna work on my end-of-the-year lists. Teddy’s at work of course.
Listening to Roy Orbison. Sitting at my desk – looking out the window. It snowed again last night – first thing this morning, I was out shoveling the driveway & the walk & sprinkling calcium chloride. Out driveway is the clearest on the street. Then I came in – took a shower – ate breakfast – straightened up the house – put in a load of wash – always wash to do – & packed away all my costumes. Teddy will have a fit when I tell him – maybe I won’t tell him – but what the fuck – my career is over. He’s always telling me that my career is not over. But facts are facts. We don’t have a phone & I have no idea when we’re going to get a phone. & when we do get a phone, we’ll have a new number – so the number on my current card is now useless. & even if we do get a new phone – whenever that is going to be – & I manage to get new cards – somehow come up with the money for that – there are hundreds of old cards floating around – so I would have to come up with a new picture & a new color scheme for the card – just to make it look radically different from the old card – so guys know which one is the good one. & my modeling portfolio was stolen – so that means hiring a photographer & doing new shots – which requires more money. & then of course – getting a new design & having more cards printed. Teddy doesn’t think of any of this & if he does, he just thinks it’ll happen magically – the money will just appear or something. It’s fucking over. I know it is. I have a party February 24 – but that’s so far in the future that it might not even happen anyway. I mean, they might hire another dancer & decide they don’t want me. That was happening a lot this summer. So I’m not planning on anything.
Besides – I don’t want to dance 3 or 4 parties a night again. That was just too much. It was really cool – I mean – I was proud of the fact that I was physically able to do it – but after a few years of that pace, anyone would get burned out – & I’m burned out. I can’t do all the coke I need to keep going & I can’t do it without the coke. & I want weekends again. I want to go camping – I want to go on picnics – I want to go to Cleveland to visit my family – I want to go to the beach. I don’t want any more burned-out Saturdays & Sundays – so hungover I can barely function – pulling myself together so I can work the next party. I don’t want to party all night long. I don’t want to throw up every morning – all morning long. & I don’t want to be crippled every Monday morning.
I’ve been working hard on my story. It’s so slow. I’m so slow. If I do a little bit every day, I’m happy. Actually – I do a lot better if I do just a little bit every day – rather than lots of work on day & then nothing more for several days. Kinda like housework – do a little everyday – you never have a big mess to clean.
Jesse stopped by last night. He got a quarter gram of coke from Pat & bought some weed – it’s really lousy but better than nothing. It was really nice to see him
I’ve worked really hard this week anyway – I deserve a day off! This house is a little messy – needs to be dusted & vacuumed – maybe I’ll get to it later. Actually this place always looks nice. I dust & vacuum almost every day – one day off doesn’t really make it a mess.
I’m sleepy. Maybe I’ll join the kitties in a nap.
I feel great. I slept until 11 a.m. – I couldn’t believe the clock when I woke up – I had so many dreams – so many messages – I am still trying to decipher them all. You won’t believe who I was dreaming about – Pat. Probably because the other night when he stopped by to do a coke deal he had a large bump on his forehead – I teased him about banging his head while he was banging that chick he’s currently seeing – & I couldn’t help but wish that I had someone to bang me so exuberantly. Of course – I’d never get involved with Pat – he’s a connection – our main connection – our only connection, really. & you know what they say about love affairs with connections – lose the love, lose the connection.
It was a partying weekend. Jesse scored a quarter ounce of coke from Pat – Pat’s been here a lot lately – & brought some hash oil & some truly unsmokeable weed. It was the worst! We got a sixteenth out of that deal – really nice – Jesse & Pat both hung out & partied for a while. Pat doesn’t drink – he’s an alcoholic – he hasn’t had a drink in seven years. Anyway – I find it fascinating – being able to party & have a good time – without alcohol. I would love to be able to do that.
Teddy & I did up all the coke Saturday night – we were supposed to make it last all weekend – but as usual, that didn’t happen. What is it about coke that makes you want to do it all until it’s done? & then want more? Even though you’re so wasted you couldn’t do more if you tried?
Ariana & her brothers stopped by & they partied too – they had coke too. It was a really good time. Ariana & Bernie have split up – she only married him because her father was dying & it was his dying wish to walk his little girl up the aisle & see her happily married. But I don’t think Ariana was ever happily married to Bernie. She’s living on the West Side now. She’s come into an inheritance since her father died & she has a good job, of course – she’s able to support herself. Something I have never been able to do – perhaps when I was dancing a few years ago – but of course, Teddy was part of the business – & if I had left him, I wouldn’t have had him as a business partner. Of course, at this point, it’s debatable whether or not he’s actually an asset as a partner.
Anyway – on Sunday, I woke up feeling like shit – totally hungover – I was in bed most of the day – I got up when Jesse stopped by with some crank – man, that stuff stings the crap out of your nose! – He was supposed to come back with more but of course he didn’t & it didn’t matter – I’m even glad he didn’t – on Sunday night – New Year’s Eve – we drank champagne & ate pepperoni & cheddar cheese. I woke up feeling great on New Year’s Day – the first time I have woken up on New Year’s Day without a hangover in 10 years! From now on – I don’t drink at all – except at a stag – & who knows when I’ll be dancing again anyway – maybe I won’t drink until my birthday – maybe only until I lose 5 or 10 pounds – I’m not sure – I’ll decide later. But I don’t want any more hangovers. I also decided that I will only eat popcorn once a week. I want to be beautiful by the time I turn thirty – thin, toned, in control & strong.