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July 7th, 1973
This journal is a schizophrenic garbage pail.
I am a schizophrenic garbage pail.
Last night the tensions were so bad that Richard said he was leaving. He “gave notice” as of September.
This morning he read all the crap I wrote last night. All the venom and hate. I found the journal open to the last page with this note written on a napkin lying across it:
Very big of you, Larry.