June 6, 2021:

He tried to make it up. I think that's what it was. Led Zeppelin, floor seats, 1977. They were epic. He was a clown show.

He never could talk to girls. There was a very pretty German blonde he loved, he had to ask me to ask her out for him. I remember the phone call, vividly. She agreed, we all went to Jethro Tull at Balboa Stadium.

Years later — it seemed like years later — he called to ask to get together. "Why?", I asked in surprise. His girlfriend had dumped him. Maybe he wanted me to talk with her. The answer is unknown, because he failed to show up.

I was relieved.

I value loyalty. I do not value him. Why would I? Why would anyone?