March 21st, 1975

Today is, by the calendar, the first day of Spring. Officially. Also, the first mild day that has endured into a mild night. I am sitting upstairs smoking a joint. Relaxing, relaxing, relaxing.

Tensions continue with work. I have made a decision. Because Henry seems to have been granted such sound support and recognition by the powers in command at Human Events– I must accept facts and deal with Henry. UNTIL UNTIL the moment I can strike. It may be days, weeks, or months. I will pay back.

So, the kid learns how to be tough.

So you see– well-defined tensions ruling days.