Some unrecorded events:
Went to parties at South West One at different people's places (mostly Pete's). One was with ping-pong, bright neon lights and Aerosmith.
Waiting outside Morton McConnels' house with Terry and Scott (probably for drugs, Morton was a friend of Alex Mitchell's). I also remember being with them listening to Zappa's
'Overnight Sensation' at Dave Avery's on Andy's street.
Running over a cement divider at South West One one night in the Lincoln, no damage. Terry, Scott and others.
One night Donna, Terry and I went up to Westminster Park in the car. It was cold, we drank cider. This came after a talk Terry and I had about Donna (he wanted to 'meet' her).
I got a joint of Angel Dust (on mint) which I smoked with Terry and Kenny rang? We didn't get off, so Foster and Fred came over and smoke me on some. I got very, very stoned (early November?).
By now I was driving the Lincoln to school and parking in the back lot. We would use it to sit in between classes and in spares, to toke and hide while skipping.
One afternoon Terry, Pete? Scott? were in the car, we backed it onto the playing field (to get to some people who were toking). It got stuck in the mud, Mr Birss came up, [who wasn't bad looking by the way] asked it we were crazy (maybe).
One day it snowed on the car. We carefully got in and out as not to disturb the snow and hide better within (winter 73-74).
René tied a large red ribbon on the antenna of the Lincoln at J.R., it stayed there like a flag. (before November 21th).
An attempt to revive the journals lasted two days.
November 12, 1973 Monday 6:01 pm
Cool-cloud-rain. Art-painted black on drawing of 4 guys I'm doing-did that for both fuckin' blocks (colis!). French-Pat talked me out of going-we drove to the shops, then came back-had smoke at back. Physics-motion (a,v,s etc). Lunch-smoked some hash in the car, and at back with Rob Fenoulhet, Tim Herron and Ralph Bird-sat in the St.L. Math-didn't go-sat in the car with the same as Lunch and Phyl. English-had grade 7 room near T.D.-did comp. Typing-typed (about 23 words/mins)-Rob F got ride with me home. (P.S., got out of English early-sat in St.L. with Larry, John Tate, Rob?, René etc.
November 13, 1973 Tuesday 3:23 pm
Cloud-cool-rain. A+B-sat in car-Larry, Renie,-smoked 3 joints there (I fronted them)-on way to French met Chris Todd in the hall (he moved to Hawksbury in Aug)-French-had tense test I couldn't do. Physics-sat in car with Renie, Chris T, Scott, Pam+Ralph Bird-we smoke 3 joints again.-Chris asked me up north in one week from this weekend (can I remember that far ahead ?)-F(duked, of course)-in car abit-went in St.L.+ went outside every once and awhile - Phyl here - G(duked)-had coke fight with John Tate - Typing-typing-(well off to smoke now).
Letter from Gillian (to Ralph) postmarked Lennoxville, 6 PM, 19 XI, 1973
Tuesday, November 13.
Dear Ralph.
How are trix? Well, here I am for another six weeks at the fun school.- Bishop's! TA DA. How does that grab you.
[margin: DO NOT] Laugh at what I am about to tell you. We take Cadets in this school (compulsory). I am a recruit like all first year students. We have drill (attention, at ease and all that shit). We also have courses like First Aid, survival, Corps Indoctrination. It's for real. B.C.S. has the "oldest Cadet Corps in the Commonwealth" What a fucking drag, man! [underlined several times].
Believe me, I meant to emphasize that! So much for my dismal news, now for my good news (we interrupt the good news to bring you a National Geographic Special) Good news will be found on page 6. Guess what? I'm sitting on the couch with a semi-Chipmunk. You wouldn't understand Ralph don't worry.
NEWSFLASH:
I'm going insane
END OF NEWSFLASH
ANOTHER NEWSFLASH:
Donny Osmond grew a beard.
END OF NEWSFLASH
Special announcement: The above newsflash was a vicious bloody lie and I am a vicious bloody liar. I hope you will forgive me, but my vice got the best of me. I must be a terrible person [ink changes from blue to red] but I suppose when you're born that way, there isn't much you can do about it. So happy birthday sweet seventeen and never been kissed [the word "kissed" has been crossed out] (I thought of everything else too but you've been so naughty there is nothing left. What a life. Be good. See you in 32 days
Love
always, Gillian
Tim Herron and Ralph Bird