Thirty years ago today
On Thursday I worked at Northern Secondary School and then I went downtown to the Ontario College of Art so I could make phone calls from the models’ lounge. I called Nancy about bringing my daughter down but she said she was going to stay home. I went to Tom Smarda’s place where we rehearsed for our El Mocambo gig. We made a tape and listened to it sped up while he copied it. Then I took the streetcar through the storm back to the Beaches. I called Angeline from the phone booth on the corner and we talked about meeting at Tom’s place on Friday. I was kind of mad at her. I wrote this while watching Homicide, starring Robin Williams. I had no rent money.
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