Monday, August 20, 1973

Fog rolling up Portola Blvd and the south slope of Twin Peaks.

The fog is starting to come up Portola Drive and will be here in no time — matches my mood. I’m sad, really sad. It’s Erica. I miss her. Listening to the Quincy Jones’s and “Love and Peace.” It doesn’t help.

Women can inspire men to be much more than they are content to be.

That’s what I’m going to miss most about Erica.

Now, how will I get the most out of the time I have left on this earth.Life — and relationships — end too easily.

Every evening I’d like to be able to say —

I accomplished something today

— and mean it.”

Here comes the fog and it’s getting dark outside — Erica is in the sun at UCLA — where she belongs.

I miss you sweetie.