Paul Sharits (1943-1993)

Actually stabbed me! But what should I expect? Running around with black prostitutes, knowing them only too well by now (Pam stealing Liz’s ring and me ending up a “criminal,” losing-giving $2000 to Liz (and how much to my lawyer?). Why go to Harlem (even with Leroy, a black man)? After hours clubs, etc.?

Seek the balance and sustain it. What a glib conclusion, but what other conclusion would suffice? Where is the point of balance? I’ve been “there” before but finding the way back is Thru A Glass Rather Darkly.