December 29, 1982

Monday night Lisa and I went with Kathleen to watch Anti practice. Danny drove us home after and we watched Quadrophenia.

Last night was anything but boring. Lisa and Anna and I went to see The Joneses, Alley Cats and Redd Kross at the Cove. Billy was there. He was very brusque with me. Later I asked him if he was ignoring me or just drunk. He hadn’t recognized me with short hair. Cliff was being such a cunt and I was pissed.

Tony from Guadalupe brought his kitten and some guy took it and strangled it. Tony and all these guys beat the shit out of him. Later they discovered the cat hadn’t died, so Tony wasn’t as depressed.

There were so many fights last night. Lisa fought both her ex-boyfriend Harlan and his girlfriend. The owner started to kick people out because of all the fights and because the fire department said there were too many people there. Noone would leave because the last band hadn’t played. The owner got out the firehose and people started throwing beer bottles at him. Then everything went crazy.

Punks broke all the windows and huge mirrors. This Angee chick and I knocked down the Christmas tree. We broke off the wooden stand that balanced it to use for weapons. I broke a big window, then dropped the board when the police came. Everyone ran down the street with the cops chasing them, just like Quadrophenia.

In a way it was sad. I felt really sorry for the owner. But it was fun. It’s easy to get caught up in the excitement. He just didn’t know how to handle the situation. If he hadn’t got the firehose out, it wouldn’t have happened. People were all hyped up because of the fights too.