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So all night we drove on the freeway and listened to the radio and talked about what it was like being in the Marines.

February 22, 1964, Saturday, Wasted day and night. Miss Howard. Mad day. Drove to the beach with Bonnie. Saw Bryan on his motorcycle. He wouldn’t take me for a ride. Howard wasn’t there. In fact no one good was there. … Continue reading

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