Dear Diary,
It's just like Paul Lennon said...strange days indeed. The police came last night to see if we'd seen poor little Reuben. Larry was gone but I told them about him giving Reuben a ride home from school and him hanging out at the house for a while. Those policemen were so mean. It's like I was colored or something. Anyway, they kept asking about Larry and it's like they were blaming him instead of the parents! After they didn't bother to even pick up Reuben from school! And they ruined my day with Stan. While we were talking, I saw Stan drive by and he didn't even stop at the house. And I don't blame him diary. Those cops have nothing better to do than arrest black people around here. When they should be going after those damn Mexicans.
And Larry is such a butt lately. I cooked him his favorite dinner last night. Stewed tomatoes and vienna sausages! He finally got home around nine and I offered to heat it up for him. He said he wasn't hungry and that he'd just a few handfuls of nuts. Then he laughed and went to the stupid garage. When Stan comes over again, I'm going to see if he can help me get into the garage. I'm so tired of having to do everything on my phone.