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July, 1964

When I got my first apartment it was wonderful. I don't mean the Neighborhood was wonderful-frankly, it wasn't. But the fact that I had at last made the break! That was wonderful.For the first time in my life I could be my own man! For the first time in my life I didn't have to explain where I had been all night. For the first time in my life I could curse in my own home!And that's the way it was those early weeks. I don't do very much. I just hung around the room, drank wine, played the radio -...