Thought Catalog

New Year’s Eve

A 27-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early January, 1979

At 14th Street, a man tried to sell me “tooies” (Tuinals), and at the West 4th station, a Jamaican man came up to me and said, “Read this book: it’s beautiful,” handing me Steps to Jesus. I got on a lively D train with some young people on it, and it was nice until an old man who smelled of urine sat down next to me.