Why must the government torture our young men?
June 4th was the twentieth date picked for the draft lottery. I’ve never been one of the luckiest people. But I’m ineligible for this year’s lottery.
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.