TRANSCRIPTION:  
We are 1/2 (exactly) way thru 1988.   Did not sleep well.  Totally nervous.  Worried about doctor.  Choked down breakfast.  Made it to work on time.  Chatted w/Sharon.  We joked about Dr. Razzle Dazzle....Tried to keep busy.  Afternoon still dragged.  Could not wait to get doctor over with....Left 3:30 pm.  Sharon drove me.  Went to wrong bldg (St. Francis'). Found right place.  Filled out forms, had my blood pressure and waited in his office.  After 20 minutes he showed up--did not live up to his name.  Asked me a bunch of questions, told him about purple spots.  Diagnosed them a K.S, [Kaposi's Sarcoma].  I have fuckin' AIDS.  Went into shock.  Doctor took a bunch of blood, asked me more questions, examined me thoroughly.  Went to see derm[a]tologist for a [biopsy].  Tried to console me.  Told him I'd consider suicide. Told me to contact AIDS Project.  In a total daze. Went to [grocery]. Wrote bad check. Called Joey, [Vincent's closest friend].  Not home....

    Vincent wrote this the day he learned he was HIV+.   He had been tested earlier in the year, but was too frightened to find out the results.