Johnny Carson

A 29-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late May, 1981

I decided to have breakfast in the Village, at the Greek Garden. Next to me was a psycho with shoulder-length blond hair, a headband and beads, who said things like “I should have beat her on Rosh Hashona” to no one in particular. “I’m drinking coffee and sitting here just like I was a normal human being,” he told me. I just stared at my paper.

A 28-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early May, 1980

Avis is depressed that she can’t “plan a future” with Simon, who admitted he feels “smothered” and he wants her to pull back. Avis feels an old pattern in re-emerging: “Nobody will give me a commitment.” I didn’t know what she meant. “Marriage?” I asked. “I don’t know what marriage is,” she replied.