Waterfront Journals Read Online Free

Waterfront Journals
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Author: David Wojnarowicz
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twenty-five bucks if ya let me. I couldn’t get him off me he weighed too much and he kept trying to stick it in … finally I twisted over and the two of us fell off the bed on the floor like a fucking earthquake boom! so the guy gave us our money and told us to get out … we split and after that I stopped hustlin with my friend …
    A couple of times we tried to do some muggin to get some money but we were really bad at it, we didn’t have the guts for it. One night we stayed up all night walkin around the fuckin city tryin to find an easy mark. Around four in the morning we spied some guy with a suit walkin about three blocks away and we figured we would run as fast as we could and slam into him, knock him down and grab his wallet and run. So we started runnin and we get up right behind the guy and he must’ve heard us cause he turned around and we saw that he was just an old bum wearin some suit that was too big for him and we burst out laughin right there … it was awful. Another guy we met was real drunk and we started talkin to him tryin to get invited up to his place for a drink. We figured we’d tie him up and take whatever was in the place and fence it. So we wandered round with the guy for three hours makin friends with him. At one point he gave my friend five bucks to go get him a pack of cigarettes at the all-night coffee shop. My friend ran down and got the cigarettes and while he was gone the guy started tellin me how he was wounded in World War II and how he laid up in the hospital for a year and a half and then he started crying and tellin me about how his father died in World War I and how he still missed him after fifty-something years. I almost started crying cause it made me think of my father … I mean the guy really reminded me of how my father was when he got drunk. Well my friend came runnin up with the cigarettes and the guy was thankful for the favor. He invited us back to his place for food or somethin. My friend said yeah yeah but I told the guy no we had to get goin and maybe some other time. My friend got pissed off at me and after the guy split I tried to explain to him why I couldn’t go through with it … he thought I was off my rocker …

Man in Mickey’s Dining Car 2:30 A.M.
    ST. PAUL
    I’ve been living here a few weeks and it’s starting to get a little hot for me … I’ve written myself out of several states in the last six years … Florida would love to get a hold of me I’m sure … see I was working for a bank seven years ago. I worked in the section that dealt with the papers and accounts of persons deceased. I was cashing checks against the accounts of this doctor who had dropped dead and whose money was tied up pending the outcome of some wills he’d left behind. I finally got snagged and did a little time in Elmira for it … it was easy for me to go through it … if you got a little money on the outside you can get a lot of shit … steaks, drugs, even women if you pay enough … but I ain’t that interested in women … too much time in prisons changed all that. I’ve been mostly going with young boys from every meat market between L.A. and New York City … lots of cute kids out there. I got four sets of checkbooks from dead doctors and a load of ID and some sweet fuckin smiles that pay my way through every state. See that kid over there he’s into smack pretty bad. I’ve known him since I got here and he’s hustling down by the terminal just about every night … sweet kid, lemme tell ya. I did something that I ain’t proud of … don’t know why I did it and it’s left me with a bad taste about myself … I can’t look the kid in the face no more. See I’ve wanted to fuck the kid since I met him but he’s always refused and there was no way I could get him to turn over in bed. Two nights ago he came up to my hotel room pretty
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