[Undated]
The circle is nearly complete.
Here in Heathrow I sit.
It looks like the Please Mind Your Head posse shall be together on our trek back to the good old USA.
Yesterday we went to Wimbledon where I again bought batteries and then Michelle and I went to Big Star records where I almost bought the Cameo picture disc or the Fireworks 12" or the Hong Kong Garden 45 or the B-52s First album or the Wildflower 12" by The Cult but I got Burning from the Inside by Bauhaus which I'll listen to on the plane.
Natasha can kiss my ass! She's been saying shit about me. [Probably all deserved].
Hey baby! I'm just gonna follow the Way Out signs to America.
Then we went to Piccadilly and hung out until High Tea. It was nice to get the posse in effect at the formal event [that explains the clothes in the last post].
Now.
I want to leave but I'm really going to miss Michelle and Jimmy and Kevin. I'll miss the rest of bit but those guys are really cool.
DAMNATION. I really hate Panda Cola. But I hate leaving these dues even more. And that's a lot, let me tell ya.
I miss my home.
I miss my friends.
I miss my Mom & Dad.
I miss my family.
I miss Beat Box.
I miss Black Shampoo.
I miss The Mack.
I want my MTV.
I miss my stereo.
I miss iced tea.
I miss the pool.
I miss my room.
I miss America.
Steve, Leon, Jeff, Aimee, Andy. I miss 'em all.
I miss Tony & McGraw. Hell, even having Mollie and Dave.
[On the plane]
It's 7 o'clock AM. Back home - I woke up at 10PM Eastern Time. I'll arrive hopefully at 8PM. What a nice day I'm gonna have (am having). I have a sore throat. Not cool.
I'm just waiting for today's feature presentation... Rain Man.
[Notes]
Doug Dalryple's address
On the way home:
England: 11:15
Home: 6:15
Home sweet Home sweet Home sweet Home, Home, Home.
I called Leon while I was at JFK. It was so good to hear from him. Then I charged it to Dean Stahl's phone [is it any wonder why I was so hated?]
Later I called Steve but he wasn't home. And, it looks like neither would be able to come over Friday night. Leon has a job: Pizza Boy.
I miss my pals so much! I want to see them all!
Aimee and Steve are supposed to go to Aimee's cabin. DAMNATION.
Looks like they're gonna miss the hearing of the virgin Car Wash soundtrack.
Back in the USA meanwhile...
Here is is, BAM, and you say God Damn! [Public Enemy reference]
I miss my parent. I miss 'em all. Here I come! MORE GOLD! [Orgy of the Dead reference]
Whew. I am so tired.
England - did you enjoy it?
Uhhh... Kinda.
Kinda?
Yeah, somewhat.
Hmmm...
It was nice to get away.
It was good to go somewhere a million miles away.
It was nice to leave Riverview, the one thing I did not miss.
[Postscript -- Two additional notebook pages were shoved inside]
9/8/89
Well, a month ago today I was in England, probably on my way to High Tea.
In that month I've found that I really enjoyed and needed these little books in order to remember stupid little things. I've also discovered how much I enjoyed the company of the Please Mind Your Head posse and needed them while I was in England.
So far I've gotten letters from Kevin and Michelle. I believe everyone here thinks I was going out with Michelle while there. Don't I wish. I guess it only adds to the Legend of Mike. I have come to accept that people will always think of me by that name.
[I had a real problem being called Mike for a long damn time.]
9/10/89
A month ago today was my first day back in the country.
I didn't tell you - Friday night, Steve and I went to the Record Exchange where I got "The Cramps Gravest Hits" and Isaac Hayes's "Juicy Fruit Disco Freak." Then, that night, Steve and Aimee went to the Shelter.
Now I find that trough story alone, Michelle seems infatuated by Steve Chesney. Damn my life.
I sincerely hope to see her soon. I'm homing I could on Spring Break but I need someone to go with me.
[Here endeth the journal. More thoughts to come.]
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