(03/14/64)(Observation) The scene was inside a gymnasium and there were a bunch of basketball players sitting along the wall on a bench, and the coach went up and told one of the basketball players that he was fired. The basketball player wanted to know why he was fired, and the coach said because he was a dope addict and he knew it. The player was going to show the coach he was still good for beating him up. Except when he fought, the player couldn't hurt the coach. Coach laughed and said, "If that's the best you can do, you'd better leave." The coach had told him to go to 42nd St. and 42nd St. (which I realized didn't exist). This precipitated the fight also. And he left and went to a drug store and the stools were full at the counter, so he just kind of walked through. Then he was walking down the street, having gone through the back door. The street numbers were real screwy -- driving one block the numbers would change 100 (for instance, from 49 to 160 in one block). I didn't see him anymore. (Participation) We were down on a dock and he came walking there, and his face was all bloody. I asked him why and he said he wrecked his car, and I knew he didn't have a car, so he must have stolen one (didn't observe this aloud). Asked if no one else was hurt. Said no. Then we got on a little boat with a captain. Funny way of getting on boat -- had 2 perpendicular rails to ground in doorway of boat. They got closer to door frame. You had to wedge your feet on either side, hold on with your hands, disengage foot and step through. Boat ride costs $40. We were on these little things like surfboards, lying down and going down a waterway with little waves a few inches high. Captain said, "Make sure you keep the tip end of board over little ridge of water or else you'll sink." Went further -- then said reason for using these shallow boards is there is a sunken ship beneath us. If you put your arm down in water, you can feel it. I felt it -- covered with layer of soft touch muck. (No feelings about it.) First I felt he door on sunken boat, opened it and tried to reach down into, but couldn't feel anything. (Boards we're riding must have stopped.) Went a little further on rafts. Reached down and felt a soft bottom. When we got to shore, I went home. Mother-in-law wanted to know why I hadn't cleaned the yard, and I told her I spent all day yesterday cleaning it up and the kids had messed it up again. She said, "That's impossible," and I said, "Ask Diane (my wife)." She said, "Yes he did, but one of the kids was rolling through a pile of pine needles and had spread it all over the yard." I told her I wasn't going to do it again, and we left.