April 19, 1962 - 11:59 pm
What a f#$&ing week! I can't believe Andy is really gone, I mean, I knew all along with him being part of a gang that he'd get hurt sometimes, but this... it's too much. The Royals are all hastlin' me, it's been real rough. They seem to think that it's my fault Andy's gone, as though if I hadn't sent him for those cigs that it wouldn't have happened. Or that if I was a decent girlfriend that I would have gone with him or that I would have worried about him sooner, before it was too late. It could have happened to any of them, it's not as if they were targeting Andy, it was because he was a Royal that he was attacked... isn't it? Andy's never done anything bad to anyone, he'd get into the rumbles, hurt a few thugs but he never killed anyone, or even hurt someone real bad.
If only I could have been down there sooner, he would have had a chance. I just got so caught up about those sluts all over Gary, I honestly forgot about Andy. I was concerned about my brother and the problems that would arouse with his girlfriend, while my boyfriend was lying in an alley, bleeding to death, fighting for life. Some girlfriend I was.
What the h^$% is this world coming to? Someone must have seen him. Someone must have walked past and noticed the puddle of blood surrounding him. Is there no decency to help a guy out? Apparently there is not.
The funeral was on Tuesday. Only eighty-nine people showed up. A chunk of those people were his family, including his mom, dad and seven brother and sisters. I don't understand why no...