Monday, October 11, 1982
Knife slits water
Barry’s room, last night, people huddled on the bed and curled on the floor, Electric Ladyland on in the background . . . “if it means killing people who get in the way of the revolution etc., then unfortunately it has to be done” . . .
Afterwards, Alex did hot knives in the kitchen. He stuck two ordinary knives up under an oven ring then picked up a small ball of “black” (pure hash) and rubbed it between the two glowing blades so the smoke could be inhaled through a makeshift milk carton pipe. I felt kind of cold and deliberate as I did all this and so malleable. I did get a slight but definite effect this time, a lightness around my chest, and I started to feel light headed.