I asked her if she was angry with me for leaving her, and she said, “I think you’re projecting your feelings onto me.”
A sea of youthful humanity filled the raceway. One cop told us that over 70,000 people had showed up. The first performer was Jesse Colin Young, and then the Beach Boys came on.
Over coffee, Paul told Robbie, Josh and me that in the twelve years he and Pat were married, there was “good shit, bad shit and medium shit.”
It’s curious how some things, some people, stay with you. In the shower a little while ago, I found myself singing “Brainchild California,” the song that Stacy wrote and sang.
It was so gratifying to know that I’m alone and responsible for myself; adulthood has more concrete joys than childhood any day.
It was exciting to do it in public, outdoors, for once. I think Ronna found my aggressiveness surprising but she responded with passion.
We watched TV in her bedroom and started making love again. It was one of the most intense sexual encounters that I’ve ever had. Ronna said she nearly passed out…I don’t think I’ve ever felt so close to another person’s body.
Yesterday in the hospital, Vito asked me, “Is it manly to cry?” “Of course,” I said quietly. “Then I think I’m about to be very manly,” he said.
Ronna told me that last night she dreamed she was in bed with both me and Ivan.
Avis must be getting ready to board her jet in Montreal now. I admire her courage, going off alone to a totally new and different life in Europe.