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June 23rd

Tonight was graduation. Only two more years for me, then freedom. Can’t wait. You won’t catch me wearing that cap and gown though—no way. They can send me the dumb diploma by carrier pigeon for all I care.

Me and the guys hung out in front of the Bee Hive and watched when the seniors came out after grad. They were all going to some club or something. Richie and Brett had the Buick really souped up. They are some dudes! Richie was with big-jugs Karen and Brett with Pam . . . per usual. That Karen . . .

I’ll take some of that. Any time.

Later we ran into Pete, John and that creep Stewart. I gave the punk a couple jabs. He makes me want to puke. How can he let himself get out of shape like that? If there’s one thing I hate it’s fat.

When I came in, Himself was sitting watching the tube . . . some dumb movie out of the dark ages. . . . He wanted to be pals and buddies and all that crap . . . but I said I wanted to sack out. Who needs to be pals with your Old Man?

Tomorrow starts vacation. Maybe something cool will happen this summer. One thing, for sure, I’m going to get me a piece. No two ways about it.