June 1995, work

Judith is going to be away for the entire month of August through Labor Day, and I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it, but I’m going to try to make a bunch of other appointments so I don’t lose momentum.

Across the street from Washington Square, a stoop littered with burst butts, torn leaves, dead bugs, things we could kill or rip apart, girls waiting, pretending not to wait, drinking beers, pinkies and eyebrows raised, waiting for us-- for us, it was a summer of much fucking

N/Y/H/C JANIE PUNK O JANIE PUNK THE YOUNG YOUNG THING FELT AN URGE AND STARTED TO SING SHE SANG OF SEX (NOT ONLY SANG) AND INCITED A NEW YOUTH GANG O JANIE PUNK NOT SCARED TO DIE PROUD AND LOUD AND BRAZEN GIRL DRESSED HERSELF IN BLOODY BLACK SHE DIED AT AGE 16. O JANIE PUNK THE DEATHKNELL RANG Okay, Avril Lavigne. AN ANGEL SINGS THE SONGS YOU SANG SHE’S WEARING BLACK, SHE’S SPIKED HER HAIR HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET UP THERE? O JANIE PUNK YOUR INTENTIONS WERE GOOD YOU CELEBRATED YOUR GIRLHOOD AND PEOPLE LISTENED BUT THEY DIDN’T HEAR BURNED OUT IN YOUR 16TH YEAR. HARPS THEY GIVE TO GOOD LITTLE GIRLS AND NOT TO THOSE WHO SHOCK THE WORLD BUT MAYBE THEN THE SHOCK WAS GOOD ARE YOU PROPOSING YOUR SAINTHOOD? THE NEW RELIGION HAS NO SIN BUT NOT TO LISTEN TO WITHIN. O JANIE PUNK THE YOUNG GIRL RIOT NOT HER STYLE TO BE QUIET O JANIE PUNK THE DEATH KNELL RANG AN ANGEL SINGS THE SONGS YOU SANG LOOKING PAST TRUTH, LIVING PAST CARE THE RIOT’S RAISING HELL UP THERE. –“JANIE...