Walking on Thin Ice

      Today is the third day of race riots in Baltimore following the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King. We have 6,000 Federal troups, 1900 National Guard, and 2400 police on duty patroling the streets in a weak attempt to stop the looting and damage caused by the Negroes. Saturday night I saw 5-10 cops per block, several fires, burglar alarms… cops racing the wrong way down one way streets, screeching to a halt then dashing into alleys with guns drawn… National Guard on every corner – just kids in uniform who loved the initial excitement but are now too tired and dirty to even wonder whether they’ll get shot or bombed or just beaten up. It’s all strangely interesting. Couple of kids in guard uniforms just asked us for some booze… city is dry because of riots… told them we didn’t deal in alcohol, we dealt in something else. One asked then for a nickle bag. Hated to turn him down, but he might of turned us in. Shame something as fun and educational and harmless as grass or hash is illegal… narc, narc… just ate another strip of hash… tastes so damnably bad.
      Bought $30 worth of groceries today – so expensive to eat. Two large bags of $30 groceries will last couple day, yet a small $65 half ounce of hash lasts much longer, lasts happier, and is lighter.