April 8, 1973, Sunday

It’s Sunday evening. I finally feel human. I am not alone. Three guys moved into the apartment down the other side of the building the second floor corner unit. Jeff, Bob and Benny are first year college dropouts from Kalamazoo, Michigan. They heard California calling. They are my age. A beautiful woman lives in apartment on the ground level next to Brian. Her name is Barbra, she looks like a model. Barbra has a little nine year old boy. She is always charming one of us into watching Fred while she goes out. Even when she is home he hangs around our apartment for most of the day. We don’t mind he is a smart good kid. We all keep an eye on him like a little brother. I’m going over to the neighbors’ house. Benny said he will teach me to have an out of the body experience. I live in an out-of-body experience every day; it’s called the USN. Later.

Benny, Bob, and Jeff are three funny guys. Kalamazoo is the rich suburb of Detroit. These guys grew up together. Their fathers are childhood friends. The dads design tanks for the military at some big contractor company. They are three fun-lovin’ guys, ready for anything.

Benny’s out of body experience put me to sleep. He has us lay flat on the floor. Benny tells us to concentrate, and see in our minds our body’s hovering overhead. The room was lit by candles. I fell asleep. Benny said he could see me sleep as he was hovering over us near the ceiling. Bob said he saw the same thing, but spent most of his out of body experience back home in Michigan. He wanted to see how his family was doing. Jeff said he never has achieved the experience. Benny told us that the more we try the easier it gets. When Jeff and I were alone he told me that Benny and Bob were full of crap, I agree but it’s no big deal to humor them. Later.