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October 31, 1995
10-31-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
Halloween. Supposed to go trick-or-treating in Beverly Hills, party in the streets of We.Ho., Jason's haunted house and a party at Jason's. Only went to the haunted house, and Jason's house. Took one Green Suns on the way; Zach took one also. Ryan took two Black Pyramids, Heather took one, Naomi on five. Heather took another one later. Drank ``Green Death`` (vodka, Mountain Dew and Triple Sec) at Jason's. Smoked some weed. On way home (1 or 2 am) Ryan's on a BAD trip. Naomi's on a semi-bad trip (7 Black Pyramids, beer, tequila and weed). Naomi dropped us off at Mar Vista Park. Took about a hour to talk Ryan down. Went to Taco Bell; then home by 4.
Ugh. What a night.
Yeah, I can still remember Ryan insisting that he needed to use the payphone, regardless of the fact that it was covered in shaving cream.
Here is what I had previously written, in my prior transcription project:
What a night. Zach reminded me of when we realized something was going wrong with Ryan. Jason's house was utterly silent -- Heather was curled up in the bathroom after being sick, and everyone was crashed all over the place. Ryan suddenly said, in a perfectly flat tone, "I finally got it to melt." He was just gone from there out. Also, one of Jason's friends hurled all over the downstairs neighbors yard. Ugh. LOL Heather was like, paralyzed in the bathroom most of the night. When we dropped her off, Ryan hopped out of the car and wandered over to the wall running along the back of her building. He climbed up on it, and kept insisting that I walk along the wall with him, and that I needed just to trust him. Zach ended up nearly breaking his fingers on the mailbox, after punching it with fustration trying to get Ryan down. I don't remember exactly how we got him down, but we did. Once we got to the park, he insisted on calling people -- but the phone was covered in shaving cream. He ended up ruining both mine, and Zach's peaks. LOL We wanted to kill him that night, severely.
Filed into Old Journal - Handwritten on October 31, 1995 05:43 PM.