BORN JULY 17, 1954 -- SATURDAY, 7:27 A.M. -- DAYTON, O.
9 lbs, 13 oz. -- 20 1/2"
DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER AND
FATHER, WITHOUT WHOSE ASSISTANCE,
THIS AUTHOR WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE
QUESTION: WHAT DO YOU WANT 1972 TO BRING US?
ANSWER: NINETEEN SEVENTY 3
ANALYSIS: IDEALISTIC
Saturday, January 1, 1972
LOCATION: Newport Beach, California
THIS IS A DIARY. DIARIES, I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT, ARE AN INDICATION OF ONE'S EGOCENTRICITY -- THAT'S WHY I'M STARTING ONE, AT LEAST. I LIKE TO TALK ABOUT MYSELF, BEING A NORMAL PERSON, AND (ALSO AS A NORMAL PERSON) I FIND MYSELF EXTREMELY FASCINATING. UNFORTUNATELY, VERY FEW PEOPLE SHARE THIS FASCINATION FOR GRADY LUTHER LYDA III, AND I FIND I HAVE NO ONE TO DISCUSS ME WITH BUT MYSELF. SO, HERE I AM, ME, WHAT HAVE I GOT TO SAY?
I STARTED OUT AS A CHILD, BORN A YEAR BEFORE MY FIRST BIRTHDAY, AS WAS THE CUSTOM IN MY FAMILY. AS A YOUTH, I REALIZED I WAS A YOUNG CHILD -- A POSITION IN LIFE THAT IS NOT WITHOUT CERTAIN ADVANTAGES, IF ONE MERELY GROWS UP SOON ENOUGH TO UTILIZE THEM. I DECIDED TO MATURE SOONER THAN NECESSARY, SACRIFICING MANY OF THE CHILDHOOD TRAUMAS AND DEVELOPMENTAL 'STAGES' EXPECTED OF A GROWING INDIVIDUAL. I STARTED MY CURRENT PROFESSION (AS A FULL TIME GRADY) ABOUT SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO, THOUGH -- IN ALL IMMODESTY -- I MUST ADMIT I AM A GOOD DEAL OLDER. SCHOOLS, PARENTS AND LAWS FAILED TO RECOGNIZE MY ADVANCED YEARS AND CONTINUED TO REGARD ME AS A MINOR, A SOCIAL POSITION WHICH IS MORE ADVANTAGEOUS THAN CONFINING IF ONE MERELY REALIZED IT. I REFUSED TO REALIZE IT, AND SOUGHT STRENUOUSLY TO THROW ASIDE THE RESTRAINTS OF "SCHOOL," AN INSTITUTION WHOSE NECESSITY FOR ME, PERSONALLY, ENDED SOMEWHERE IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. I HAVE RECENTLY SUCCEEDED IN RIDDING MYSELF OF THIS BURDEN OF FORCE-FED DILUTED KNOWLEDGE THROUGH CLEVER DECEPTION AND SHARP WIT, FREEING MYSELF TO DO THOSE THINGS WHICH I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN WANTING TO DO. SO, WITH ALMOST 400 DOLLARS FROM A RECENT JOB AS A CYCLONIC ENGINEER (BIKE MECHANIC), I AM PREPARED TO GET ON WITH THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Starting at 12:00 A.M. this morning -- jilted by ex-semi-girlfriend, smoked a couple joints, drank a beer, glass of champagne, vodka and orange juice, and was still so damned sober a cop didn't notice. Arrested at 2:30 A.M. for curfew violation. Got home at 4:30 A.M. Am extremely depressed, mostly because of Megan.
Got some driving in today for a couple of hours. I can now definitely drive. I'll be doing a lot of it in the next few months.
Yesterday (New Years Eve) Matt and I walked about ten miles looking in Antique shops and old furniture stores for an old radio as a gift to his parents. Finally, at 5:00 P.M. we came upon a shop that had a great radio priced at $65.50... the guy let us have it for $40. Then we went to the warehouse to look at another set that was much bigger and more expensive (worth about $100.00). We bought that for $20, and later I bought a couple of old spectacles for $15.00, and the guy let me have one free. Needless to say, the fellow was slightly inebriated with beer and he let us have some beer and champagne, too. I've got to go back to pick up the other radio and glasses in a few days.
Later that night it became extremely obvious that Meg Waldron was getting involved with someone else. I remember a dream I had a month ago -- she was kissing someone (not me) in the dark. The dream seemed ludicrous, but when I woke up I felt extremely washed out and depressed. The feeling didn't last long though -- after all, it was only a dream. But last night wasn't a dream, and the feeling's lasting longer. Meg has made it clear that she doesn't care about me at all, and "so long" is the only thing I could say to her. The thing, if there ever was anything between us, was officially over months ago, but it didn't hit me till now. Whether or not I really did love her I guess I'll find out in the next few years. Until then... Blah!
REJECTED & ARRESTED... GREAT WAY TO START THE GODDAM NEW YEAR ---
WHOOPEE-RAH!!!!!
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