February 16, 1964, Sunday, Please Howard don’t hurt me.
Uncertain day. Couldn’t decide if I should go to the beach or not. Felt real good. But, didn’t feel like doing my hair. Mom and Dad took Preston to San Juan Capistrano. Dad and I started fighting right away. We just don’t get along anymore. Ever since the Open-Party here last Summer. He can’t forgive me for all the destruction and lack of respect from all the kid’s who crashed the party and stole his sign off the front door. (Bill Williams BOY and Girls.) He started tearing down Howard and my friends. I couldn’t wait until they left. Bonnie Cavaliere came over. Told her I was unsure that Howard and I were still together. I have a strange feeling, after Saturday when he didn’t call. Only time will tell. Went over to her house, than came home. Granddaddy came over and gave us money to go out to eat. Worried about him. He seems so different since Mayme died last year. Scared to go back to school tomorrow. I’ve missed so much it’s really embarrassing to face all my friends every time I’ve been out sick. They don’t understand and I don’t know what to tell them.
Our house on Lenawee Ave in Culver City, (Blair Hills.)
Kids from up and down the coast heard about my open party and crashed it. The Police said it was causing a traffic jam and it made the paper. I was 15 and after the nightmare party, my mother tried to force me to go to Catholic School. I refused and it created a cold War. That and the fact they hated me dating Howard since I was 15.