August 15th, 1972
Lunch time-- Central Park
Beautiful windy-- half-spring, half-October day-- October-- what will I be doing by October--
I’m thinking how necessary it is for me to get my shit together on a career and to relate my energy around that. I wonder if that’s fucked up?
Big Larry: here you go-- planning, structuring-- putting yourself in a box. That's the wrong way to live-- creative, responsive spontaneity-- why do you fear it so.
Little Larry: I don't fear it I just feel as though I should center my energy around productive activity--
I want to be an actor.
Big Larry: Do you believe in the theatre--
Little Larry: Yes-- and the art of drama-- I want to be an actor.
Now you see, if I could decide to be an actor-- it would cease the verbiage about, "what are you going to do"-- or would it? It seems logical that I would settle in New York-- but would that be the most rational thing to do-- should I try to get a degree so that I could teach drama to support myself--