This is what follows:
“Friday: Wake up with hangover, eat, shave, go back to lying down. Get up by noon, read, walk to Lindy’s house to retrieve the books I forgot there, playing with her child for almost an hour. I come back. Mike comes by about six with beers. We play music. Jim comes over with a twelve pack of beer. At ten Hiram and Richard call and come over with a six-pack, drinking, talking, reminiscing till one A.M. They leave. I crash.
Saturday: Wake up feeling o.k. Reading in yard (the driveway in front of my place) for an hour and meet Bones. He drives me to the bank. I walk back. Noon. Practice with Bones after lunch and reading. Plans made for getting speed. Hamburger joint with Bones. Eddie and Gail (his pretty wife) stop in. 5:30, May, Bones and I off on drug expedition. 7:00, back and starting to get cranked up. Divine stuff. But I feel odd and irritable and go to my pad, waiting for Mike and Jim till 8:30. Mike is ill with indigestion. We practice, gossip, do lines and drink beers till midnight. Bob drops by at ten. Jim and me and Mike go to the Plough at 12:15, very high and feeling good at the pub. I drink two beers, arrange for party, talk to Lindy, Tracy, Bob, Mike, and Mike Fahey. There was a little good jamming earlier in the evening but at least Bones got to hear Mike’s tunes for the first time. I wanted them to be friends, but that never happened. Very happy at Plough till closing. Lindy pulls me to a party three blocks away, but I have to get to my own so I insist we leave the dull thing. Home with 18 beers by 2:15. Five people here. 2:30 another case of beer and 15 more people arrive. Party at first with a few records (one hour) then acoustic music with Steve the prime mover. I give lines to Steve and Dan as it’s his birthday. Much drinking, jamming, talking in the living room and kitchen, (the place is packed). I’m very high and Lindy is exuberant and flying from closed liquor store to car talking in Italian, something about frigid air. Then to get cigarettes. I buy, she is driving very drunk the wrong way, and me getting mad. Why do I think so much about her, talking in kitchen and drinking many beers, saying amusing things and smoking pot like a fiend? Lindy leaves about 4. I try to talk her into staying, doing another line, but no. I sit and listen to the jamming in the living room. Steve does a thirty-minute classic version of ‘Desolation Row’. (He knew the entire lyrics to it and sang and played it perfectly). Then we plugged in some electric amps but the back neighbor began banging on my window, so we switch back to acoustic. Most people are gone by now. It’s just Mike, Mike Fahey and a strange conga drummer who just raps for an hour. Fahey stumbles home at dawn, very drunk and burnt. The drummer finally leaves after I spend an hour cleaning up the house in front of him. Mike and I sit and talk, smoke dope, spaced out. I feel pretty good. Bob G. returns from 9 to 10 A.M. irritating me. Mike and I talk about crashing for an hour. He decides to in the garage next door. (This is right before Laurel arrives. He has no place to stay and no money, just a mandolin and a knapsack). I walk to the bank and the café Med, drink an orange juice, very spaced out, writing one short thought in this notebook. Home, I lay down for two hours but feeling good. Mike Fahey comes over with a girlfriend for some dope he left on my table. I buy a bottle of wine at 3:30 and write these memoirs. The memories of my stoned days always fade the first. They’re dim to begin with”.
When I look back at myself in this wild and dissolute role, the party-meister, and reflect that five months earlier and the two years before that, my entire social life could be summed up as going to the movie theater twice a year, alone. Well, at first glance it almost challenges belief that it’s the same person.
But when I consider the phrases ‘breaking loose’ and ‘making up for lost time’, I see it as a natural, even common human trait. The wildest revellers are those that have been cooped up the longest. I think this was also Lindy’s case because she told me the marriage which she’d just gotten out of had been ‘suffocating’ her. Maybe this is what drew us together, a new-found sense of liberation.