Violet's Journal 9-23-85

I met up with Diane in our usual meet up place behind Exodus to see Jaco. She has been a total mess for months now. I tried to console her but it's difficult. While we were sitting in the alley smoking, this tall, black skinhead named Bubsy came by and started talking to us. He was with a couple other skins. He seemed to perk Diane up a bit. It seem to take her mind off things. He even suggested we join their crew. I don't think so! There's no way Diane or I would ever join a pack of baldies. Diane's not like that.

Sometimes I wish we never went to that Smiths concert last June. I don't know. We love the Smiths, but, that night changed everything. I miss how Diane used to be. We seem to be less close than we were. It really bothers me. We had so many adventures and experiences with each other that it totally sucks that things have changed now. 

On a different note, I think my cousin Max ( The Metalhead) is starting to get into punk rock a bit. Diane's sister Anna still wants to hang out with us, but Diane refuses it. She's cool and I would have no problem with it, but Diane keeps saying how she doesn't want her sister to know about all the things we're into. I don't even sleep over there as much anymore because we have been going to Medusas a lot less. We see shows at The Cubby Bear still, but, it's not like it was.

The other night, Diane and I were chilling by the Belmont rocks sharing a Mad Dog 20/20. At one point, she hugged me and asked, "Are you still my best friend?" I said, "Of course." I held her hand and told her it's going to be okay. I sense the doubt in her. I just want it to be okay.

Life sux,

V


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