June 20, 1982
10:00 A.M. SUNDAY – WRITING ONE SUNNY MORNING
Last night Mary and Melissa came over about 4:30 and we got high and drank beer. Then we went to Ivy Plaza Liquors and I bought a 1.5 liter bottle of Chateau Luzerne and Mary and Melissa gave me money for Genessi Cream Ale and a six-pack of Molson’s golden. Molson’s by the way, was the first beer I ever had when I was 14, without my mother’s permission. So we partied. We went back to South Orange just to park and party but I didn’t want to with the cops. Then I told Mary and Melissa about my car accident. I don’t know how I feel about that now though. I would rather not talk about it now. Anyway, we went to the market place and met Lynn and Kim. I invited Lynn to my house for a party. She never made it, but she was going to come. We drank some more beer in the parking lot. Melissa got her dad a $20.00 alligator sweater. It’s really nice. I bought banana rolling papers, little grills for making pipes, a black yin-yang shirt, and 5 books! Kafka’s The Trial (I liked him in English class), Faulkner’s Go Down, Moses, The Art of Interpretation, Readings for Writers, and The First Time about initial sexual experiences in fiction. I’m happy with my pick. I saw E.T. twice already. Wasn’t it a great movie?! I loved it a lot. So I might party today. I hope so, otherwise, I have to hide the shit in my closet. Then, maybe I’ll have the car tomorrow and I can go see Mary with the stuff. Or Lynn, or Camile, or Mish. I have psychological testing tomorrow. I wonder what that’s going to be like. I have left over munchies from last night. It’ll be gone by tonight. I’ve gotta call Elaine soon, and see about today. It’s so beautiful outside today. I’ll also be taking myself to the library to get my summer reading. What I’m writing is lousy but I’m just going through the movements. I’m very happy now. Today, I don’t care what I’ll do. I think I won’t be lonely and I’ll keep myself occupied. This week I hope for the car. Tomorrow, testing and partying. Tuesday, pot and Greenwich Village, Wednesday, Elizabeth or Newark, Thursday, the falls, Friday, psychiatrist and whatever, Saturday, clean house, Pat and Kevin, party that night, Sunday, off to Maria’s. I look forward to that. But I’m really in lousy health. I have a headache now. Elaine and I started smoking cigarettes together. We don’t formally, but we both did with the men we picked up at Paul’s Tavern. So now I know how. I couldn’t do it the right way for a long time. I can finally inhale so it comes out my nose. But I can smoke a joint fine, just not cigarettes. I realize that all I have left ahead of me in the way of drugs is hash, coke, mesc, heroine? I’m pretty slow so it will take me a while to do any of those drugs. I don’t think I really want to. Oh, there’s also acid. Jesus Christ, this is all so bad. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m worried now. I’m really worried. No, nothing for me today but anything natural and intellectual. Damn it, and there I was reading all about how marijuana users score on tests and her I am taking damn tests in 24 hrs. I’ll tell you, the only thing I think I can do for myself is read a lot today, write a lot, think a lot, get rest, drink water, eat well, have some sunshine, but I’ll have to say no thank you to anything. Damn you Patricia. I would really like to see how I do on those fucking tests. I don’t know whether they are going to ask me if I’ve ever imbibed in illegal substances. Man I’m worried. Should I inform the tester? Damn, I can’t be sick tomorrow. All I can say is that I didn’t feel good when I took them. I’ve gotta write Mrs. Chasan a letter by the end of the week. I wish I had finished what I wrote on May 26, 1982. Oh, well, I still understand what I wanted to say. I’ve just gotta calm down real good. I was so happy before. I don’t know what was on my frigging small mind? I mentioned testing and partying all in the same sentence! Damn, I’ve gotta remain happy and take care of myself. You know, I have really bad sun poisoning on my leg!! You know, now I’m worried about that and if it can heal properly even if my body is so fucking fucked up. I am in ill health. I really am! Last night, I wanted to do something intellectual with Mary and Melissa (and that reminds me, I’m going to finish Mary’s letter right now!) Anyway, I decided it would be very interesting to read about what the scientists say about marijuana. So I got my book out of my room and read a lot to them. They thought it was interesting. Then Melissa read aloud a report about drugs that I wrote in 7th grade. It was dumb, but made me fun out of it.
Last night Mary and Melissa came over about 4:30 and we got high and drank beer. Then we went to Ivy Plaza Liquors and I bought a 1.5 liter bottle of Chateau Luzerne and Mary and Melissa gave me money for Genessi Cream Ale and a six-pack of Molson’s golden. Molson’s by the way, was the first beer I ever had when I was 14, without my mother’s permission. So we partied. We went back to South Orange just to park and party but I didn’t want to with the cops. Then I told Mary and Melissa about my car accident. I don’t know how I feel about that now though. I would rather not talk about it now. Anyway, we went to the market place and met Lynn and Kim. I invited Lynn to my house for a party. She never made it, but she was going to come. We drank some more beer in the parking lot. Melissa got her dad a $20.00 alligator sweater. It’s really nice. I bought banana rolling papers, little grills for making pipes, a black yin-yang shirt, and 5 books! Kafka’s The Trial (I liked him in English class), Faulkner’s Go Down, Moses, The Art of Interpretation, Readings for Writers, and The First Time about initial sexual experiences in fiction. I’m happy with my pick. I saw E.T. twice already. Wasn’t it a great movie?! I loved it a lot. So I might party today. I hope so, otherwise, I have to hide the shit in my closet. Then, maybe I’ll have the car tomorrow and I can go see Mary with the stuff. Or Lynn, or Camile, or Mish. I have psychological testing tomorrow. I wonder what that’s going to be like. I have left over munchies from last night. It’ll be gone by tonight. I’ve gotta call Elaine soon, and see about today. It’s so beautiful outside today. I’ll also be taking myself to the library to get my summer reading. What I’m writing is lousy but I’m just going through the movements. I’m very happy now. Today, I don’t care what I’ll do. I think I won’t be lonely and I’ll keep myself occupied. This week I hope for the car. Tomorrow, testing and partying. Tuesday, pot and Greenwich Village, Wednesday, Elizabeth or Newark, Thursday, the falls, Friday, psychiatrist and whatever, Saturday, clean house, Pat and Kevin, party that night, Sunday, off to Maria’s. I look forward to that. But I’m really in lousy health. I have a headache now. Elaine and I started smoking cigarettes together. We don’t formally, but we both did with the men we picked up at Paul’s Tavern. So now I know how. I couldn’t do it the right way for a long time. I can finally inhale so it comes out my nose. But I can smoke a joint fine, just not cigarettes. I realize that all I have left ahead of me in the way of drugs is hash, coke, mesc, heroine? I’m pretty slow so it will take me a while to do any of those drugs. I don’t think I really want to. Oh, there’s also acid. Jesus Christ, this is all so bad. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m worried now. I’m really worried. No, nothing for me today but anything natural and intellectual. Damn it, and there I was reading all about how marijuana users score on tests and her I am taking damn tests in 24 hrs. I’ll tell you, the only thing I think I can do for myself is read a lot today, write a lot, think a lot, get rest, drink water, eat well, have some sunshine, but I’ll have to say no thank you to anything. Damn you Patricia. I would really like to see how I do on those fucking tests. I don’t know whether they are going to ask me if I’ve ever imbibed in illegal substances. Man I’m worried. Should I inform the tester? Damn, I can’t be sick tomorrow. All I can say is that I didn’t feel good when I took them. I’ve gotta write Mrs. Chasan a letter by the end of the week. I wish I had finished what I wrote on May 26, 1982. Oh, well, I still understand what I wanted to say. I’ve just gotta calm down real good. I was so happy before. I don’t know what was on my frigging small mind? I mentioned testing and partying all in the same sentence! Damn, I’ve gotta remain happy and take care of myself. You know, I have really bad sun poisoning on my leg!! You know, now I’m worried about that and if it can heal properly even if my body is so fucking fucked up. I am in ill health. I really am! Last night, I wanted to do something intellectual with Mary and Melissa (and that reminds me, I’m going to finish Mary’s letter right now!) Anyway, I decided it would be very interesting to read about what the scientists say about marijuana. So I got my book out of my room and read a lot to them. They thought it was interesting. Then Melissa read aloud a report about drugs that I wrote in 7th grade. It was dumb, but made me fun out of it.
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