February 15, 1967 - Wednesday
Ever since I started
taking these notes Iíve had the problem of where to keep the notebook.
Normally I hide it in my radio however Iíve had some close calls when people
start juggling furniture around. If anybody sees a notebook wedged in
between the wall and radio theyíre bound to start reading it. Lately Iíve
just left it lying around the room. Iíve got so many note books lying
around nobody notices one more.
Today I went out and
bought a metal box with a lock that is just perfect. I guess nobodies
really interested in what I write but there are a few private things I donít
want the world to know about.
So far the only person
who knows I do keep notes is Barry. He happened to walk in one day when I
was writing. I felt in a good mood that day so I decided to pull his leg a
little. I told him in a dramatic way that, ďI have things written down here
I wouldnít tell a priest!Ē That of course had no effect on him. He just
gave me a lecture on how dangerous it is to do things like that. Barry does
keep a diary but he does it in a way so anybody can read it. More like a
I had a real successful
day in gym today. Normally I loaf around doing nothing but today I must
have felt extra good because I decided to play football. The teams where
smaller than normal so I got to play in a better position. I really
surprised myself on the first play because I went out for a pass and ran all
the way for a touchdown. I couldnít seem to do anything wrong. I made all
sorts of spectacular plays. The thing that bothers me is that if I had
really tried I never would have done so well.
It may seem strange but
for some reason when I really donít care about a game I do twice as well as
when I really try. I guess if I really try and the game depends on me I get
too nervous and start dropping things. If I do well on one day I try harder
on the next but when I try harder I get worse.