January 15, 1969
Well, it's been a long time
since I wrote. I guess I've kind of lost interest over the years.
College hasn't been too hard,
at least not after I got used to it. I started in a bad state of mind but
lately I've begun to realize how important it is. It's a lot better than
high school with much more freedom and time on your hands. The people
are a lot more friendly than the ones in high school though the girl
situation is almost as bad. Just the same, I've made no true friends besides
This semester I had a three
hour break before my last class on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I
didn't want to pay the ferry fair to get back to Coronado so I spent those
hours in Balboa park studying. The park has a lot going on below the
surface, so to speak. It's a big hang out for homosexuals and I spent
a lot of time seeing them get arrested by undercover cops. Actually,
the homosexuals seem to outnumber the normal people and they really like to
hang around the rest rooms. Once when I went to take a leak, I was
followed by two guys who came in and stood at the stalls next to me.
It was really awkward and I got out of there as fast as I could. I
went back to my books at the park bench and when I looked up, one of the
guys from the restroom was being led away in hand cuffs.
Bill, after being home for a
few weeks, is off to Germany for the rest of his enlistment. Just like the
recruiter promised. In a way, that's good for me because he was
beginning to leave me behind socially. He has more luck with girls
than me but his approach is so phony that I don't see how the girls fall for
it. The big thing for him this trip was showing me all the hickies he
says he got from a stewardess who spent the night with him. He was obviously
bragging and if he meant to make me jealous, he succeeded.
Ron has really been driving
me crazy lately. He's been smoking pot like a banshee and I feel like
I've created a monster by introducing him to the stuff. Every time I turn
around he's sticking a joint in my face and I'm getting tired of always
being stoned on the weekends. Since I live at home, I have to try to
"maintain" around my parents and that ain't easy. Some times he
comes over and we smoke pot in my room, even when they're home. That's
pretty reckless though, it's always in the evening after they've been having
cocktails for hours. They don't notice a thing. Sometimes
they're out in the kitchen drinking and partying with their friends while
Ron and I are in my bedroom getting stoned and listening to loud rock and
roll. Strange times.
He did talk me into going to
a 'Who' concert and I gotta admit I liked it. They smashed all their
instruments after the last song.