yesterday diary. the woman under the metra is back and i learned this a.m. from another fella that lives i think basically in the park that her father died last year and that her husband left and took the kids and she cracked. she persists in staying in that spot or across the street by the high school, her alma mater. maybe she goes back to a time before she became an adult and subsequently lost her children. the fella with the bread cart sculpture is gone and his cart too. copp and i dove in tandem off the concrete platform at pebble beach and it was great fun. i heard from a high school friend who gave us all japanese names in the late seventies and i still remember some. my name is Toyama. i found three blue goggles and a one love freedom bracelet on the beach and put them on a brick tower someone made. they were gone today. there were two dolphin towels which i left. last week i got a lucky brand jeans tshirt which fits like a body glove. i am indeed lucky. my lucky jeans wore out though. copp found a baby bottle and i put rocks in it for throwing. he found a binky too on the walk. he's lucky too.