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June 25th

Summer vacation is only two days old and it’s already a drag. If only I had wheels. Mom was after me today to do some stuff around the house like cleaning out the cellar and attic. So why doesn’t HE do it? All he ever does when he’s home is lie around and watch the tube. So why should I have to work? I told her to shove it and then she started crying and said she gets no respect or anything so I felt sorry for her and told her so and then I cleaned out the attic. Some fun.

Later me and some of the guys went down in the woods to rap and hang out. Just when we were about to leave we heard some sounds and we lay low. In a few secs we saw Jaret and Peggy come walking by real near us but they didn’t see us. They were holding hands. Girls are really stupid. That Jaret is some chick but she acts like she thinks she’s a movie star. Like she’s above it all or something. Just ’cause she’s good-looking doesn’t give her the right to act that way it seems to me. Somebody ought to knock her around and put her in her place. She gives me a real pain. She thinks she’s too good for all the guys around here. Chris says she writes to some guy at Yale and that’s why she stopped going out with Gardener’s Point guys. I’d like to do more than write to her. And maybe I will. Why not? Who the hell does she think she is anyway?

Tonight we hung out at the Bee Hive. This Jesus freak came in and we got in an argument with him and then I got him in a hammerlock and the jackass cried. I let him go and told him to stay outta the Hive. We won’t see him again.

Tomorrow I promised to clean out the cellar for the Old Lady. Can’t wait. Screw it.