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The Bronx, winter 1969
I don’t know where we are exactly. Some community with hills and old uncared for wood frame houses. Literally that’s what much of the Bronx looks like; the parts that aren’t all old apartment buildings in horrible condition, Riverdale, Country Club (the two very good areas) or Coop City the newish giant complex of buildings that all look exactly alike and unfortunately were built over Freedom Land–an amusement park on a map of the USA that I loved.
I’m not sure why I’m here either. I convinced some friends to spend the night at Tricia Levy’s. She’s older than us. Tough. Shoots dope and hoops with equal vigor. She dropped out before I began the previous September. Many of my school friends are drop outs. Segal, student body president, is in love with her. He hates me for reasons I don’t understand. He’s not with us.
Really I’m pissed at my off and on boyfriend, Noah, who set out to visit Tricia with some other friends that didn’t include me. I don’t understand why we break up every three weeks. I found the secret to getting him back but I don’t share this info with anybody including myself. It’s sort of subliminal.
We spend hours smoking dope. Noah leaves with a few friends. I stay with Jacy and Jake, her boyfriend, who I had convinced to come with me. They go to sleep in a closet. Jacy’s one of my crew of gorgeous girlfriends. We all hang out with boys and happen to get along. People type us girls as tight and I guess we’re as tight as any girls who only care about boys can be.
Noah’s best friend Henry who never smokes dope or does anything that wouldn’t be parent approved stays with me. I adore Henry who later I will hurt as I never hurt anybody before or since. The guilt remains to this day.
The apartment has very little furniture but too much pop art consisting of straight lines, squiggly lines and neon for my taste. I find a sleeping bag and get ready to go to sleep. Henry takes a sleeping bag next to me. Somebody hands me a glass of Kool Aid. Too damn sweet but I’m thirsty so I drink the whole thing.
I wake up in the early morning. The sun shimmers into the apartment. The posters look immense. Something’s wrong. The lines are moving. The colors are too bright. Everything’s moving. I feel as if I can’t stand or walk yet I do as well as I do normally.
I try telling Henry that something’s very wrong but I can barely talk. Henry hates eating out, hates food really, but for once in his life he wants to go to a restaurant. I just want to go home and somehow convey that.
When I get back to school Segal finds me. He wants a full report on the night and morning. I’m not sure how he knew I went to Tricia’s. I’m better and beyond angry:
You want to know? You really want to know? I’m feeling the effect of Acid right now. Acid that I didn’t f–king want. Your f–king girlfriend. She gave me the Kool Aid. I’m going to kill her. Kill her if it’s the last thing I do.
Segal immediately becomes madder than hell at Tricia. He says he no longer loves her. He falls in love or lust or something with me. I let him take me out, take me to demonstrations in DC in his Jag, but I won’t sleep with him. Never.
This is an excerpt that will expanded upon.