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[Author’s note 2025: I seem to have only the last page of today’s entry and it’s pretty damaged as well. It would appear I had just finished rejecting some gal and the way this is written I was pissed off. That can only usually happen when some girl has lied enough that it becomes an issue. I do not do women who have even been shacked up, much less divorced.]
. . . is wrong inherently, you cannot thereafter even be single again, cannot white the slate clean and start over new. Your only new once lady.
After that you have to settle for some guy who likes secondhand women, but not me. At least until I’m so old it don’t make any difference and I need my socks washed once a week. I really try not to be cynical in love, but when I’m paying ,I like to get my money’s worth.
Then Dave and I went to Scottsdale. What a band. They were tight talented musicians. Two guys two girls. But they look like strays who were individually strung out on various theologies. The bass player looked like a 35 year old wino who [finally] grew his hair long and had just discovered leather. The lead player looked like a candyass who got too fancy a haircut for his personality and should have been an accountant instead. The drummer reminded me of a rich girl who’d been turned pro by some sharp pimp but now burnt out and still flaunting her ass, the only nice thing left about her. The keyboard player, well she was into all those strange things that slightly overweight, not quite pretty gals get into in their teens when they notice they’re consistently second choice. Once again [they were] good musicians.
I get this grim urge for a Mcdonald’s McRib some McFries and a McCoffee. Because of the layout I park my car and walk over. No way they received any service at the dry up window unless I went around the building ordered in the inside and pretended I was the car all the way back.
Well good bye Mcdonald’s so I went next door it was full of punkers. The girls had Mohawks and green hair these are just kids that old people like to call down. So in my experience . . . that most teenagers follow the nerds . . . the beat offs and the and the crazies . . . I think it’s an acceptance thing, those who follow usually have trouble fitting in (missing section)
In my In my life the jocks Are Berry White, Darryl Goede, Brian Hanson, Gordy White, Del Winterfeld, Rhonda Lund, Bob Rosiki (missing section) . . .
[Author’s note 2025: And that’s all that can be made from the tattered piece of paper, too bad because I was naming names. Over the tattered page. This is about the best I can get and I do remember the individuals named. It’s plain I had gained experience writing longer daily notes but also that Much of this was never intended to be published while I was still around. Whatever happened to these people I don’t know, but I do know now much later in life that if these people are remembered at all a couple decades from now It will be through their mention here. ]
South African beach during apartheid.
