April 1, 1973, Sunday

This morning is an April Fool’s joke on my head. What a hangover I have, fuck! I’m not doing anything this morning, this afternoon or tonight. Later.

Troy introduced me to Sherry. She lives in a studio apartment across the alley. We drank beers and smoked pot most of the afternoon and evening. We took a couple of swims throughout the day. Sherry was drawn to California like most everybody else. She is doing odd jobs to pay rent and is just part of the California happening. Sherry is a blonde sweet free spirit 18 year old. She is intelligent and happy. She made it a point; telling me right up front that she doesn’t want to ball me. She just wanted to be friends. It was nice to spend some time with a woman for a change. Her studio looks like a large closet, with a bathroom and the smallest kitchen I ever saw. Hey we live on the beach, we didn’t come here to stay inside. A home is for cleaning, eating and sleeping. I got school tomorrow. Later.