Cortazzo+4th+genre

Dear Journal Today is June 8, 1953. Things are crazy these days. Everyone keeps chatting on and on about these Russian spies, and I don’t know whats going on. Another thing I’m confused about is my comic books. My father ran into my room today after hearing a radio broadcast and took all of my books and I have no idea what he did with them. I’m so confused! He didn’t even pay for them! They were mine! I bought them with my allowance! But its stupid, my father claims that Batman is a bad influence on me. He keeps saying the word “faggot” and I just don’t understand what he’s talking about. This is really stupid and I just want my books back.