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March 31st, 1971
Finding several cigarettes stuffed in a shirt pocket– apparently stuck there several weeks ago in lieu of a day with no cigarettes and no money– somehow finding them made me extremely DEPRESSED– I miss that life.
Jesus– I’m homesick for nothing. I feel trapped. I want to put on my jeans and hitchhike to New Orleans. Goddam do I feel trapped.
I’ve got to hang on– I’ll get through all this shit. I will live through all this shit.