CONTENTS
THE DIARY WAS RENEE’S IDEA. SHE RAN ACROSS THIS NOTEBOOK
A WEEK LATER. ON MY AIR MATTRESS IN THE BACKYARD.
IT’S LATE AND I’M POOPED, BUT I’M WORKING AGAIN. THE
FIVE DAYS LATER. BACK ON MY AIR MATTRESS.
IT’S LATE, BUT I OWE YOU AN ENTRY.
RENEE WAS A NAVY BRAT, BORN AND RAISED IN SAN
TODAY, ACCORDING TO THE PAPERS, L.A. HAD ITS LAST TOTAL
THERE’S SOME BIG STUFF TO TELL YOU, BUT I’LL START WITH THE
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND FOUND A MOUSE IN A TRAP RENEE
A NEW JOURNAL, PLEASE NOTE—SMALLER THIS TIME BUT MUCH
I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FOR WEEKS. I’VE BEEN STRICKEN WITH WHAT
THIS STRANGELY OFF-KILTER DAY STARTED WITH A WEIRD PHONE
SO FAR, I HAVEN’T TOLD ANYONE WHAT HAPPENED ON CATALINA.
I’VE SWITCHED TO THIS KIND OF NOTEBOOK, WHERE I CAN
SOMETHING UGLY HAPPENED TO RENEE LAST NIGHT, SO SHE’S taken
I’VE BEEN AT ICON ALL DAY—THE ACTUAL STUDIO, NOT THE
THERE WAS A SMALL FIRE AT THE FABRIC BARN LAST
FIVE DAYS SINCE THE BIG LUNCH, AND STILL NO WORD
I’M SO MAD I COULD SPIT. ONE WEEK AND TWO
IT WAS RAINING HARD WHEN NEIL BROUGHT ME TO HIS
A DAY LATER, THANK GOD.
FIVE DAYS TO GO.
I’VE JUST HAD A WEIRD THOUGHT. WHAT IF ALL THE
THREE HOURS TO GO.
MY COMING-OUT PARTY, CONT.
OBVIOUSLY I’M NOT DEAD. I WROTE THAT LAST ENTRY YESTERDAY
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. JEFF JUST RETURNED WITH ONE OF
I’VE BECOME EXHIBIT A AROUND HERE. THERE ARE MORE AND
NEIL STAYED AS LONG AS THEY’D LET HIM, THEN TOOK