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.