Feb. 25, Wednesday

Went to the orthodontist tonight. Stella's mom drove again. I didn't even get any braces off. And I didn't make out with Stella at all, goddammit! On the way back I was about ready to take her hand but she started to shittin' around with some junk she bought at Graceland. So, all in all, the whole deal was a fuckin' failure, romantically. She was pissed because I told Phil she was an icebox and he told Carol and Carol told her. Damn! I'm gonna kiss her at the show Saturday, wait and see.

Feb. 26, Thursday.

We finally had to give our narcotics report. It went okay.

When I got home a couple of Jenny's friends were here for her birthday. I must have been in a real sex-fiend mood because the sight of Sally Mylander's 5th grade legs gave me a stirring between my loins. But when I really got a hard-on was when Mary Biddle was trying to give Jenny a birthday spanking. Jenny was struggling like mad and Mary's full skirt got worked up over her thighs. It was O.K.!

Met Danny uptown and we fugged around - stopped at Isaly's where I got a hamburger and Danny got a cherry pie, the Bowling Alley where we got some gum, and the show where we just stood around. Finally we went to Danny's and played cards. I won 18 cents.

Feb. 28, Saturday :

DAMN DAMN DAMN!!! Took Stella to the show tonight and I didn't make out at all, goddamnit! Jesus! I am so disgusted with myself! I had plenty of chance to too! Shit! What am I, a chicken? Jesus! This is starting to prey on my mind!!! RATS!

March 1, Sunday

I was ordered to go to Sunday school. Instead I went out the back door and then took "Moulin Rouge" down in the basement and read for an hour and then went outside and came back in as if I had been to Sunday School. I didn't get caught but I felt sort of guilty. "Moulin Rouge" is really good. It's about this crippled artist Toulouse-Lautrec who paints whores and bums in Paris.