An 18-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From November, 1969
I came home and watched soap operas that I hadn’t seen in month. Nothing has changed.
I came home and watched soap operas that I hadn’t seen in month. Nothing has changed.
In English, we had a long and sometimes heated discussion on open enrollment. Generally, I support it, but I think we have to redefine “college” itself. We got into the basic question, which is — naturally — race.
I went to the Village and sat around in Washington Square. Next to me was this good-looking hippie 16-year-old kid. A dirty old man tried to proposition us both. He asked me if the kid was my lover (an interesting idea). Anyway, we lied our heads off to him.
I got a letter from David. He thinks Bruce (from my play) is a latent homosexual. Better latent than never, as Brad says.