January 4th, 1971
Work.
Classes. Edmon, Oklahoma. There were three dead dogs on the highway today. The white one was still there. Now a large black German Sheperd– and a small black one with a red collar. It looks like Melinda’s Stuffed Blacky. My god, I have to contend with this.
Standing in front of the Dairy Queen at dusk. Happy. Completely. Loving everyone. Everything is exactly as it should be. Everything. and the sun goes down on Edmond, Oklahoma.
It’s very cold today. With wind and temperature, it’s something like 17 below.
Sloppy drunk in the bar.
Little Kip. Har Har Har.
I’m escaping. The next two weeks are going to be very important. I don’t know what will happen.