Finally, since I withdrew myself from High School, I landed
a job. A friend recommended it. It’s on the Randolph/Avon line. Although it’s a
long walk, it’s close to my girlfriend, Gina’s street. It’s also two houses
away from Bruce’s apartment. The place is called The Randolph Lobster House.
I am still trying desperately to write, as you can see. I
had written in journals about last summer and started one about this fall and
coming winter. I just lost all motivation to continue and I stopped writing
just as I was about to drop out of school. A lot of things have happened since
then but I won’t waste my energies on trivial stuff. I have no school. The
relationship with my parents has been quite impossible at times, sometimes
bordering on the edge, myself crossing a tightrope and wondering if I can stay
or should I just run away somewhere. The good thing is I have a girlfriend now.
Gina Piccadaci is an attractive beautiful girl who I met through my sister. She
is 14 and I’m 17 years old. Although she can make me quite angry and depressed
sometimes. She says we’ve been dating since October 16, 1985 . It’s funny, when I was writing in my
summer journal, she made a brief appearance in it but at the time we didn’t
know each other. I stopped writing poetry too. It’s very frustrating when I’m
overcome with a passionate feeling but I can’t…. (next page torn out, damn it)
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