The past two days have been spent with Richard. He called me Monday and asked me to meet him for drinks after work. We met at Mr. P.’s. I got there early and sat and drank nearly an hour before he got there. Got totally drunk at the bar— came to my place to get Sadie— then back to his place for the night. A team again. The old Larry and Richard duet. Getting stoned on top of all the drinking. I cannot get into my old bed without sobbing. I cry hysterically. Richard holds me. Begs me to hold him, not to leave him. We go to sleep in each others arms and I cannot hold him close enough.