Last night Jane had her goddam date with Comstock.

Today I went down to her house and she was real nice, Christ, was she! Man. Lately whenever I go over to her house I get kisses·wow, kisses. She's so damn sweet. Lord, I can take all the shit if I can have the good part too. So fine!!

I'll make an admission: I'm not sure but I don't think I like Jane as wholly as I used to. It's funny, I really don't know why I think that. I'm still crazy for her, that's for damn sure.

I had this cool vision just after I left her house this evening. Snow on the ground, cold as hell, and the wind blew stiff against my cheek. This cool tune was running through my head. Suddenly I see in my mind me and Jane standing on top of a short curving hill kind of like the one behind her house and snow coming down thick as hell, wind blowing fit to kill. And we're kissing, two warm, different entities mingling in the cold and snow. It seemed so neat. Like a dream. And all the time this cool tune in my head.

At home I found myself looking around the living room and it repulsed me. God. Stinking place. Anyplace where Jane and I couldn't feel at ease and happy and comfortable I hate. And we couldn't be like that in this hostile, cold house. No kidding, sometimes I hate this place and Mom, Dad and the whole family along with it.

Jane, baby.