Hey Journal,

I haven't written for three days...mainly because Bob died. My only friend, the only person that truly cared about me. He's dead... I still can't believe what happened. Bob and the other guys were drowning one of the Greasers... I just watched too nervous too chicken to do anything. The other Greaser who looked like a scared puppy dog stabbed Bob. I just stood there in shock. Bob fell on the ground. Eugene and the others ran off. I just watched as the puppy dog Greaser help the other one. I just slowly walked off. Tears fell down my face and I walked home. Multiple people honked their horns at me but no one cared to help. (Who would anyway?) When I got home there was the loud noise of a TV. I gulped. My parents once in a while get really drunk... They aren't addicted they just do it for fun I guess. Both of them refuse to believe that they act like monsters when they are on the stuff. I guess because of how much I talk to them about it they hardly drink. I tried to walk to my room with no trouble but my pops was awake. He hollered viciously at me threatening to "beat the marbles out of me" (Who in their right mind says that?) As for my ma she was passed out on the couch. Either way, pops and ma could never hurt me drunk or not. I quickly ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I leaned against the door crying even more and passed out.. 

-Randy A