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I remember particularly two books I read at the time. I read Erich Fromm - maybe it was, 'What Is Man's Struggle?' At any rate it was the theory of the X experience as religious realization, producing the perspective of life as a problem. This was interesting because it was my modus operandi for living. Amd I read The Magus by John Fowles finally, after it being strongly recommended by Randy while in Greece. This last was a pretty good book except the part about the Nazis was horrendous. I remember waking at about three AM in the morning, apparently to get through it. It was one of the most grisly things I have ever read.
Edwardo got us all a job: Jerry, Roxie and myself, at a hotel on Fifth Street
between Market and Mission. It was a complete remodel. Edwardo took us in
on a Saturday morning, maybe around the beginning of June, having been at
Powers for around nine months. I had probably just started painting my big
pictures. There would be no bosses around on the weekend, and he showed us how to plaster and tape. We could do it almost immediately, because he knew a lot of uncommon tricks to the trade. One was to brush over our plaster work with
a very soft three inch brush and water. Think it was a sable brush. Hard to tell we were amateurs then. Come Monday morning we could do a fair pretense. Not sure how long we worked; it could have been a month or two. That is where I learned the trade of plastering, and how to fix every kind of crack, crevice, rent, hole, bash, gap, cavity and cranny, and plumbing and electrical cut-outs - all quick and easy.
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