Well.
That didn't seem to go so well for Young Afterbirth.
Madelon chose his friend William.
Oh well.
Here he is stoically ignoring his pain, hiding it just so his friend Leah won't feel bad for him.
He heroically continues his letter:
Saturday, April 26, 1985, 2:30am
I got a job as a busboy at a new club [Palladium] in manhattan.
OH BOY!!!!
I'm still going to Boston on Sunday though.
We had to wait in line for 5 hours to get interviewed.
Evan got a job too. John n Bekah might get jobs. They'll find out in a couple of weeks [they didn't].
Hey, I'm like drunk from this party that Yosh's band played at.
They suck.
It's just him and this girl, Beth, who's the singer. It's like syntho-pop dance shit that's done in a half-assed way.
Well I'm having like lotsa trouble writen so I'm gonna stop.
I gotta stop this letter before it gets too long.
I'll write some more tomorrow, but that's like it.
Cunning huh?
G'nite.
Hey it's like 5:30am on Thursday May 2nd and I'm keeping my friend Rachel company while she types her semester project and we're wired on Vivarin man.
We're gonna like stay up and go to breakfast soon. It's gonna be so fucking hot!
Well, let's see.
I went back to get interviewed again and they took our picture and I'm gonna be in the NY Times on wednesday next week - so if you wanna see what I look like....
The drummer for this band I sing for - BUTCHER CLYDE - (that's the band's name - his name is Ken) - well he got stabbed in the back with an ice pick cause he was really dumb. He tried to steal pot from the rastas in Washington Square Park, which is not tooo cool. His lung got punctured so now he's in the hospital.
Plus this girl I kinda had a crush on at NYU was found dead in an elevator.
It's been a really strange week.
Well that's it for the written word of YA.
And not a moment too soon I say!
*switches narrative voice*
So that was a big summer for me.
I worked in the biggest, hottest club in NYC.
I loved it. I lived in a friend's parents' basement in NJ for the summer and commuted.
I hugged New Order there.
I ignored Mick Jagger.
I learned how to talk to girls.
I learned how to ask them on dates.
I went on LOTS of dates.
We knew all the people who worked in all the clubs and they let us in free and gave us free drinks.
We were the types they wanted in their places to give it the right atmosphere.
That summer scruffy punk rock was IN baby!
Andy Warhol took my picture.
By myself.
I was way drunk everynight.
I became a bad bad boy.
No girl ever broke up with me or even turned me down again (for the most part).
It was a magical summer.
And then the next year I was a terror on the SLC campus.
I broke a heart a week.
Not that I'm bragging.
No, I AM bragging.
Madelon and I even "gave it a shot", but we couldn't get our special friendship back and we kind of drifted apart.
But we are still friends.
It's funny. We would lose touch for a year or two and then run into each other in the street.
I think we're in touch for good, now.
She's one of those forever friends.
She does art and lives in India.
She just wrote an article, and she has her own site, which worked the other day, but ain't working for me now.
So I was the "it" boy for that year at Sarah Lawrence College.
There's a different "it" boy each year there.
It took Anaxarete to tame me, though she'd strenuously deny it.
So as I dig through my box of memorabilia, I may post a clipping or two here and there.
I don't think anybody reads this shit, so it'll mostly be for me.
A lot of it will be connected with that band, Butcher Clyde.
Here's a photo you've already seen of me playing a show with them.
It's pretty much what I looked like while writing the journal:
Is that enough about me?
How about someone else?
Tongue, anyone?
And just who is the aggressor in that pic? 
JUST WONDERIN:
Did you wear braces (tooth not suspender you freaks)?
You can only have one topping on your pizza - what is it?
What do you hate to have on your pizza?
I will only wear Levi's jeans - why is this?
Would you rather have a spread in Playboy, Penthouse, or Hustler?
and i got into sarah lawrence. my mom wouldnt let me go.she was convinced that i would come back a lesbian junkie.
so she sent me to an all girls college in virginia. fuckign wild.
and in case you didnt know, i havea mondo crush on your wife and wave.