June 21, 1973, Thursday

For us early is ten o’clock. We got to the cliffs at one in the afternoon. The abalones were back. We spent the day in till sun set. We had almost two hundred. We spent our last dollars on ice. We had the abalone in gunny sacks with ice. We called a taxi to take Benny and the abalone to the fish restaurant. We knew the restaurant would pay for the cab fare. The three of us walked back to the apartment.

Benny came back with nine hundred and twenty five dollars, minus cab fare. The first thing we did was have a party, then we paid next month’s rent. We kept four of the biggest abalones. I broiled them, we ate them with butter. I now know why they are expensive and highly sought after. They are so fucking good. We’re going back tomorrow. Later.