April 10, 1972. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I'm working a single now, which means stretch-shifts, six to six, sometimes six to eight in the a.m., six days a week. It's a hustle, but it keeps me busy. I can take in three to three-fifty a week, more with skims. I work the whole city, up, down, don't make no difference to me - does to some. Some won't take spooks - Hell, don't make no difference to me. They're all animals anyway. All the animals come out at night: Whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.