February 1st, 1972

What a day. What a terrible, jangled, wasted, sad little day I had today.

Hassle #1: Waking up today I found Solomon spewing hot piss on my waterbed. Complete and total loss of emotions– I went berserk. I yelled and chased, and ran poor old Solomon all over this house– I caught him and took him into the bathroom and rubbed his face, his eyes, his mouth with the hot piss smelling spread. Suddenly he quit fighting me. He gave up. He had been totally defeated. Humiliated. Just ask Mr. Rockwell to call Mr. NEck when he comes in…

So with all the stinging adrenalin, I could muster…