The End of Don J— F. Front of White House, Commercial St., Los Angeles.
Man coming in suddenly—"Now I've got you."
Man, looking up—"Oh let up, don't interrupt this game."
First man, paralyzed, walks out again without shooting.
The Good Old Days.
M and I used to go down Sonora town to Spanish fandangos and things where there was often trouble. Once they were shooting in the night around the adobes and a policeman fell down and was carried home but when they searched they found the ball in his clothes and he was not hurt a bit.
I was shot in the Pico house and S— drove me to his funeral, next week I was at S's funeral; he was shot in his room.