September 9th, 1967

Nathan is flying to L.A. to help drive back a load of Acapulco Gold. Nick wants him to drive it to New York too. Nathan getting scared.

"I don't want to keep dealing,” he says, “but I can't turn people down. Somebody asks me if I want to buy a pound of hash and somebody else asks me if I've got a pound to sell and I can't resist making something out of it."

I feel very uncomfortable there. Nick looks too straight. This is strictly business to him.

"Wish I could stop giving all my grass away," Nathan says. "I gave away two ounces today."

Nathan & Michelle start putting up curtain to divide room. Mike, Frank & Mona crashing there.

"We're tired of trying to fuck in front of the peanut gallery!"

Nathan joking about Henry Miller getting married to young chick this week.

"If that chick thinks she's done some fucking in her 29 years,” he says, “she ain't seen nothin' yet!"

Nathan talking about his crabs, has had them for 2 years, embarrassed to go to doctors. He used to pick them out & put them in matchbox, take them to school to show the other kids.

"You've kind of gotten attached to them," I tell him.

Mona talking about this kid who found his girl being screwed by 2 guys.

"I don’t know why you’re so upset," she told him. "Just because one guy was fucking her in the ass & another in the cunt is nothing to get uptight about!"

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