THE BEAT GOES ON
HOLLYWOOD—I had just rolled back to my place from the Whiskey after having consumed ten Heinekens and 25 Snowshoes (made with Peppermint Schnapps) when I discovered that the club's bouncer had followed me home. I let him into my place. He was kind of a cute football-type, and the dumbest man I have ever met.
August 1, 1977