April 13, 1973 Friday

The first thing I saw when I looked in the mirror was Jerry’s zit puss. I swear I want to kill that guy. For the hundredth time I drag his ass in the bathroom and make him clean it. He gets right up on the mirror to pop those zits. His glasses are as thick as pop bottles, he needs to get close. I said fine you blind bastard just clean the fucking mirror, ok? Sometimes he forgets and I have to remind him. Later.

I passed the test. Next week we are going to make flushing systems, using the welds we have learned. Peter and I are going to the padre’s tonight. We are going to spend the night so we can move the padre to a new apartment tomorrow. He rented a truck for tomorrow. He bought some steaks for tonight. Jerry is hanging with his old shipmates. Okie is surfing. He is getting pretty good at surfing. Later.