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Found in Maureen's diary, December 25th, 1989

I can't believe I'm so nervous...it's only a performance, after all. I've done so many of them in the past that one little one (even if it is to help the homeless or whatever it's for this time) shouldn't bother me. But it does. And I think it's because Mark is going to be there. God, I haven't seen him in almost a month. And I actually miss him a little.

But I really care about Joanne. I mean, she and I mesh really well together. Sure we're almost polar opposites, but isn't that a good thing? Don't opposites attract? Mark and I did...STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM! I was the one to break up with him, after all, to be with Joanne. Who makes me happy. She really does, most of the time. She keeps me grounded.

I wish I knew what to do.

Found under Angel's door, December 25th, 1989

Hey -

I know you're outside drumming, but I don't really want to talk face to face. I'm kind of ashamed of what I did last night. This morning? I don't even know.

I went to Roger's place - right above mine - after work, and he was there alone, which was good. I tried to coax him out of his apartment with...well, you'd call them my 'feminine wiles', but really, it was just sex. And I know, it was irresponsible and I shouldn't have done it. God knows that there are already enough people with - who are sick like us. I don't need to make him like that too. I'll see you later. I think I'm going to go to that wacko lady's protest with you and Collins. I'll meet you there!

Meems

Found on the table in the loft, December 25th, 1989

Mark and Collins,

Just in case you guys come back to try and persuade me to go to Maureen's protest, (And I'm so sure none of you would do that...) I just wanted to let you know that you got me. I'm going, and I'll see you there, Ok? Later.

Roger

Found in Roger's journal, December 25th, 1989

God I hate emotions. They screw with a guy, they really do. I met Mimi the other day, and I saw here again last night - or, this morning. She wanted to go out, and I wanted to too. She was just so, alive. And lately I've been feeling more and more like a zombie. But I just couldn't. Mimi had drugs - drugs that I'd sworn off. It was too much, going through all that shit just to get rid of them, that I can't go back now. And I have AIDS. Even with all that medicine that Mark keeps on getting me - and I don't even want to know how he's getting the money for that - I'm still sick. Sick, and I'll never get better. I can't do that to Mimi.

But I can at least apologize. I was being an ass, and she deserves better. So I'm going to Maureen's protest, and hopefully she'll be there. After all, she is one of the tenants who's going to be evicted, right? Wish me luck.

I can't believe I just asked a piece of frikkin' piece of paper for luck.

Found in Deputy Schwindler's police report, December 25th, 1989

Date: December 25th, 1989

Time: Approximately 10:30 P.M.

Location: The Lot

Incident: The performance of a Ms. Maureen Johnson was attended by many people of poor dress and who seemed to be of a lower economic class. Of course, due to the asking of Mr. Benjamin Coffin III, there were also many police officers present. Closely following the performance, many attendees began to shout and shove one another. When one of the attendees shoved an officer, chaos broke out as the officers attempted to calm down the attendees. Once everyone was calmed down, which took about an hour, the crowd dispersed until everyone had left. Mr. Coffin declined to press charges.