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 Santa Barbara to Ventura, CA

Sunday January 7, 2007

     8:24am  I woke up under the trees by the courthouse again. I've got a cool little squat here. I wish I had a camera and I could take a picture of this courtyard here. I'm going to wait until the people across the street leave so they don't see me coming out of the trees. I can grab my stuff and I'll be out of here. I'll go to State Street and tell my story some more. I was rattling off my story all day yesterday. I gave out all my papers last night. I sat down and made another pocketful. For the cause.

     10:00am  I'm out talking with Amy and Airi. They're talking about some guy who ate a slug. What was up? Airi: "His name is Scooter. He was apparently on drugs. I don't know what kind. He wanted me to sit next to him, but there was a big black slug. He picked it up and it was all slimy. He put it in his mouth and drank his beer. Then he tried throwing it up later, but he couldn't." Haha, that slug isn't coming out. It's stickin'.

     11:17am  My mission has evolved once more. I've been out here in front of Borders all morning long. Airi was over here hanging out. I scraped a big resin bowl. We're all stoned. Oh yeah, my sign-flying has evolved once more. I'm straight up asking people as they walk by, "Hey, do you want world peace?" as I am holding my WPTMJ sign. "Will you check out my website? It's free. It's not religious, I promise." When they ignore me and keep walking by I yell, "Man, nobody wants world peace!"

     11:35am  Hawa just hooked me up with a cigarette in front of Borders. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     12:00pm  It's about noon and Terry this other homeless dude with drums, I came over and told him my story and hooked me up with this candy. I appreciate it, brother.

     12:39pm  Phase just hooked me up with a cigarette on Ortega and State Street. I appreciate it, Phase. Everybody gets credit, man. Check out my webpage, it's free. You'll be on there when I update it. Take it easy.

     1:17pm  I decided I'm going to leave Santa Barbara right now. I walked all the way to Chapala and Figueroa where the Vista bus comes. It's supposed to come at two oh three. I'm going to fly my sign on State Street a little more.

     2:23pm  I went to the library. I checked my email and my website. Man, I am having the greatest response on my guestbook. It gets better every day. I came back to the bus stop. I'm going to go back to Ventura. The last bus came at two oh three. I just missed it, that sucks. I should probably go back to State Street and tell my story some more. My bag is heavy as hell. Oh yeah, I emailed Bernadette. I don't know what I'm going to do right now. Later.

     2:58pm  I just got on the bus going back to Ventura. I didn't say bye to Airi or anybody. I just left.

     3:46pm  I'm back in Ventura already. I got dropped off close to California and Main. The bus comes at four oh one and four forty one, so I'm going to go to California and Thompson and fly my sign. I'm going to try and get a courtesy ride to Seaward, to the Chevron.

     3:49pm  These kids in a Lexus hooked a brother up and smoked a brother out. 4CYG564 hooked me up with a burger. I appreciate it, guys.

     4:01pm  I got on the bus when it came early and Christopher was nice enough to help me out with busfare when the greedy driver told me no. I appreciate it, bro. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     6:08pm  When I checked my guestbook in Santa Barbara at the library some guy named Hal had emailed me. He said that if I am ever in Ventura again he'd smoke me out. Look:

Date: 2007-01-06 23:07:02
Name: Hal Chiprin
Email: hallucy@sbcglobal.net
Number: 33
I saw you holding your peace sign at Seaward and the 101 in Ventura . Ca. I gave you the peace sign and you ran over and gave me your web site. Traffic was bad. I should have turned around and offered to smoke some with you . Please let me know when your in town.

I emailed him back with:

That night I got a ride to SB, but I'm heading back to Ventura tonight. I want to get a ride to Venice Beach tonight, so I'll be around the Chevron on Seaward. Smoke a brother out? Hehe.

- Victor Antonio

                   Sure enough Hal was a man of his word. He just pulled up right now and yelled, "Victor!" Hal: "Yeah, I just saw your email and thought, hmm, I wonder."

     6:24pm  The craziest shit. Hal came by the Chevron for me and picked me up. I'll show you the emails, cool. He came by and he's smoking me out. I was all out of weed too. Oh yeah, I just got run off from the Chevron because I spit in front of this one lady Maria, the manager. Everybody else there is cool with me, but I guess she got offended because I spit. Even this one dude Angel(who I think kicked me down a nugget a long time ago), he told me, "It's fine, just fly your 101 South sign, not your marijuana one. My manager is here." When they ran me off from the Chevron I just went and stood right in front of the gas pumps, still in the parking lot right by the entrance, close to the stoplight and flew my sign there. All of a sudden I hear, "Victor!" I get weirded out and ask, "Man, how did you know my name? Are you Hal?" It was Hal in his Saturn. Right now, when we were driving this truck just side-swiped him and we chased him down and Hal is getting his insurance information. What a crazy ride.

     7:09pm  Hal introduced me to his girl Lucy. He's showing me this book called Hemp and the Marijuana Conspiracy. The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The authoritative historical record of the cannabis plant, marijuana prohibition and how hemp can still save the world. By Jack Herr. Be sure to look that up on the internet.

                    Everybody be sure to go to http://www.jackherer.com/.

     8:43pm  www.kenstuff.us

     9:47pm  Hal took me to his house and smoked me out. Hal's cool. He let me check my email and stuff. I met his wife, Lucy. Hal's like an old hippie. He kicked me down a lot of weed! Filled up my little jar. Now I'm going to go to Main Street and tell my story. I don't know where I'm going to crash tonight.

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