It's 1975 again. I'm sneaking out of the house to go the Doobie
Brothers/Santana Concert with my friend, Michelle. My parents are so
uncool. They won't let me go cuz last year, I came back from the "Vices"
concert stoned. I got in BIG trouble. Far out. I'm wearing my purple
crushed velvet Hang Ten pants and my purple and yellow halter top. David
says I am so foxy in this outfit. He's right.
Well, I'm at the concert now. Everybody's tokin and jammin to Carlos. Oh
my gosh, here they come! It's the Doobie Brothers! Squeeel. Hi, Pat! Hi
Tom!! Hi Jeff Skunk Baxter!! I am having such a great time. I'm gunna reak
so bad though. I hope my parents don't find out I went....oh no! It's
channel 2 news! Get that camera away from me!! If my father sees me on the
6 o'clock news, he'll kill me!
I'm home. They saw the news. I'm grounded for a month. Oh well, it was
worth it.
