Tuesday, August 19, 1975
This is fucked-up. We’re on strike!
Standing outside of Park Station with a picket sign, I’m watching people drive by and give us the finger.
I’m pissed at the city. I’m pissed at the Police Officers’ Association. I’m pissed at the citizens, and I’m REALLY pissed at Gina Fratelli.
What a bitch!
Never again. Being in love is like being on drugs. You’re vulnerable and out of control.
What hurts the most is figuring out I can’t trust myself. One minute I think I’ve found the perfect woman, and now I don’t know if it was just because of the sex or I made her into something she wasn’t. I don’t know.
I do know this … I’m never going to let that happen to me again …EVER.
Remember … I said that.