Diablo CanyonChapter 8
Friday, August 29, 2007 David Ginsberg I woke up next to Debbie Palmatier. She'd skipped gym class to eat lunch with her cheerleading buddies yesterday, and I had taken the opportunity to pump her for information about Slick. She didn't know much about Slick except that she was "totally gross" and obsessed with Star Track, but the conversation had led spending the night at my house. I think I had given her quite the education, more than she'd ever learned in school at any rate. Debbie...