July 5, 1967 - Wednesday
Today, after work, I went to
the beach with Bill. Everything was going pretty good until he came up
with a plan I just couldn't go along with. This may shock you but he
wanted to go down to Tijuana and spend the night in a whore house. If
you are familiar with T.J. at all you realize this isn't such an outlandish
suggestion. Many kids from our school have done it and since Bill has
spent a great deal of time there, he is quite familiar with how it works.
The laws are very flexible in Mexico and at 17 you can go into bars. (In
some places, 16)
Anyway, although Bill thinks
I'm strange, I'll have nothing to do with it and we actually got into a big
argument about it. My views on sex are somewhat liberal but not to
that extreme. I think there should be something more to sex than
handing over a few bucks and jumping into bed. If I did get involved
with a girl there must be something more than mere physical attraction.
I want something more from a girl than just her body. I feel sorry for
people like Bill who have to rely on prostitutes to get pleasure.
I was reading in "Time"
magazine today about the Hippies and I was a bit surprised at how I agree
with almost everything they stand for. I've read about them before but this
article went into the subject a bit deeper.
If you look back at my notes
on June 25 you get a pretty good idea of
how I've been feeling lately. I know it's a bit unbelievable and I
didn't see it at the time but my feelings correspond almost exactly to the
I always had a suspicion that
maybe the hippies and I had a bit in common. Today I finally got the
straight facts from the "Time" article.
"Time" summed up the hippie
code in this way...
(Continued next entry)