Shudderingly accurate depiction of a teenage girl’s diary, so much so that I had to read behind hands that were covering my eyes at times. Loopy and sloppy “in love” sentiments nestled up against bland lists of things she admires. Ridiculously sketchy behavior, sleeping around, doing drugs, living it up in 1970s San Francisco, walking everywhere, especially Polk Street, getting kicked out of all her schools, calling something called the Cosmic Connection which connected 8 random people on the phone at one time. Great drawings, fan mail to Aline Kominsky answered back with a grateful postcard (mostly grateful that she wasn’t yet another sweaty teenage dude sending fan mail). Sleeping with her mom’s boyfriend, going to a Peter Frampton concert in Oakland.