June 10, 1973, Sunday

If it weren’t for the fact that I am a wanted man by the navy life isn’t so bad. Between the four of us we have money to share. Food, drugs, booze. We went back to the cliffs where we saw the abalone. The fish restaurant on the board walk will give us five bucks each. When we got in the water they were all gone, they must have moved on.

We were hungry so we caught about a hundred of the small crabs. We got out the big pot and boiled them. Each crap had maybe two grams of meat. We had to go back and catch more. Tomorrow we start a small job for Sherry’s landlord. Later.