September 28th, 1971
In the entire fucking universe, the one thing which I do not want to do is get up, drag my aching body through the motions of a shower and go to Army Times. I hate that place so intensely. This quite simply cannot last much longer. I have got to split.
I think I’ll tell Gary today that I have to take my vacation soon.
JESUS H. FUCKING CHRIST
I WISH I WERE FUCKING DEAD