March 1 - There are no entries in six days of February. I must have been too busy writing
poems for Janet. She is so gorgeous and I got to smell her when she ran down the hall at school,
bumped into me and twirled around. She was smiling and I don't know why because it hurt me. Her knee
hit my hip and the ruler from her looseleaf book stabbed me in the wrist. But that smile was enough
to make me want to write poetry about her instead of writing in my diary. Maybe this will happen a
lot. I don't mean being bumped into my Janet, although if that is the only way to smell her I hope
it happens a lot, I mean me missing days of writing in this journal. What will happen if there are
months with empty days?
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April 23 - My guitar lessons are going great and today Miss Sheila said she was real proud of
me because after I did my guitar homework I figured out a song all myself. It was a riff from a
blues song that I heard on one of the old 78 RPM records I found in the basement. Those 78s are
very heavy and the edges are very sharp. I scratched myself, not the record, putting one on my
phonograph and I had to use Mercurochrome. I hope my mother doesn't see that I spilled some
Mercurochrome on the bathroom rug. Hell, I'll just tell her it's blood from when I was putting the
Mercurochrome on my cut and she will be more concerned about the cut than the rug.
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April 30 - I asked Janet today if she was still going with Joey Montogaratti and she said
that isn’t his name, that his name is Joey Montorgoretti and I said isn't that another person, a
guy who lives on 54th Street and she said no, that is the guy she was going with and I said so you
were going with Joey Morttiliari and she said that isn't his name, I was going with Joey
Montorgoretti and then the school bell rang and we had to go to our next classes, which were not
the same classes. Crap.
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Frank Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme Cotolo Chronicles. You
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