Richard Grayson
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A Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-August, 1988
She said I should be very pleased about getting the grant because NYSCA approved only 18 of 44 applicants. The grant amount is $3750, to be distributed at the middle and end of the residency period… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early August, 1988
Although he hated the quiet of Park Slope when he first moved there, Pete adjusted and found he enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. His move symbolized a change in his life – because the East Village … → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early June, 1988
I just spoke to Anson, who liked the material I sent him but thought it was so distinctive that if I write for his revue, he wanted me to be a performer – “an actor,” he said – in the show. How ver… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early January, 1988
If this works out, the thing I most wished for in 1988 has come through. It’s scary, and I feel stunned. Part of me feels they’ve made a mistake and I’m not up to the job. The other part of me is s… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late December, 1987
I’ve always thought of Pete as the quintessential East Village writer, but he’s decided to move to Park Slope. He can’t get any writing done because the neighborhood truants are always singing “We … → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-December, 1987
Robert came in late and said, “So I won’t see you again?” I just smiled. → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early December, 1987
At City Deli in the 163rd Street Mall, the turkey on rye was really good, but I lost my appetite as I glanced at a USA Today article about the parents of an AIDS patient who died in March. Suddenly… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late November, 1987
Dad and Mom hired a girl to help them at the flea market; she’s in her eighth month of pregnancy with her fourth child, and she isn’t even 21 yet. A high school dropout, she’s unmarried and lives w… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early November, 1987
One of the students gave me an envelope with my name on it, and when I peeked inside, there was a thank you note and what I thought was a $20 bill. Embarrassed, I said, “I can’t take this.” “We are… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late October, 1987
China is so affectionate toward me that I can hardly believe it. When Sean called, I asked him about the dogs at his mother’s, Rusty and Tina, and he said he assumed they were dead because they’re … → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-October, 1987
Time will tell, but even I – a friend of the law of gravity, probably one of the few Americans who rooted for the Dow to fall – am shocked by the swiftness of the crash . . . It’s unclear exa… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early October, 1987
When I asked Sean why he hadn’t had any contact with me for five years, he said that his lover Doug was extremely jealous of me because Sean had been seeing us both at the same time. Sean was calli… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late August, 1987
As I walk to my studio, I pass a tree with one group of leaves that have already turned russet and golden; I gathered some leaves and plan to mail them to friends in the city as a harbinger of autu… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early August, 1987
He was in a car accident and got AIDS from a blood donor, a gay man who didn’t know he was infected. In turn, he infected his girlfriend, who now hates him—a feeling he can understand, he said. Wha… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late July, 1987
The check that Costas gave me for the cash I lent him did bounce, as I expected. What can you expect from a cocaine addict? Ronna told me she’d seen Costas a couple of days before I did, on l… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-July, 1987
I met Justin by the PATH train escalators at the plaza level of the World Trade Center, and he took me to a nice Sichuan restaurant on Warren Street. Giving me a copy of his script for an episode o… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-June, 1987
We walked in and out of half a dozen restaurants. I told him any place he selected was fine with me, for I knew if I ruled out anything, that would be the one cuisine Scott just had to eat, and if … → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early June, 1987
Some of the art we looked at was fabulous, some seemed pretentious or phony, and most of it was overpriced. We went to about a dozen galleries in four hours. After we stopped for cannoli and Italia… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late May, 1987
The Knitting Factory is a pleasant coffee house/performance space above an Argentine restaurant on Houston, and Josh was wrong when he said everyone would be wearing black. I had my Soho Soda, Josh… → Read More
A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early May, 1987
Back at her apartment after dinner, we played around with Lori’s Macintosh for an hour. I put on my jacket to leave, kissed and hugged Ronna good night, and one kiss led to another. We were m… → Read More