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 Ventura to Goleta, CA

Thursday January 8, 2009

     6:00am  I woke up about fifteen minutes ago. Man, screw Lorenzo. I got some signs to leave last night. He needs to stop sucking on my tit. He bums off of me so much more than I bum off of him. Anytime he sees me he asks me, “Do you have any world peace? Can I have a hit off the magic cigarette?” Every single time. Then he has the gall to get pissed off at me. He’s always complaining about everything. Last night he assumed a hit right when I walked up to him. He was talking with the guy who had hooked me up with the weed earlier. The one with the SD hat. Lorenzo has his own stupid scripts that don’t mean shit. He doesn’t do anything. He’s a bum. He’s got all these issues. The other day he wanted to kill himself. And to top it off, the Christians are reeling him in. He was all telling me, “There’s something missing in my life. Maybe God is it. Praise the lord.” How pathetic. Anyway, last night I didn’t feel like climbing up on the rooftop, it was kind of early. I told Lorenzo, “Okay, I’m going to go crash at 700 Main.” I walked over to it and made my bed in the shade. Like ten minutes later Lorenzo walks up. I sit up and tell him, “Man, of all the fucking spots to sleep you decide to come sleep here tonight?” He told me, “This is my spot and I told you I didn’t want to burn this place out and you come and crash here. That’s disrespectful. It’s as if you are trying to take over.” He was standing there bitching at me in the light, in plain sight of anyone who looked, and he has the nerve to tell me he doesn’t want to burn this place out? He even told me, “This is the only rain spot to crash at and if it gets burned out and it rains and I can’t crash here, I’m going to be real mad.” He added some idle threat. I should have told him, “What would Jesus do?” Which reminds me of the bumper sticker I saw the other day by Ghandi that says, “I like your Christ. I just don’t like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ.”
                   He was all, “The cops are going to come, the cops are going to come.” Lorenzo is a scared little bitch. I told him the cops would only come because he was standing there bitching at me in the light. He didn’t even come to sleep. He just came to bitch at me and that’s it. I’m thinking about going to Goleta today and check out this IV place, Isla Vista. I think I only have a dollar for bus fare. Hopefully I’ll be able to type at the computers at the school.

                   Oh yeah, those guys who had given us those backpacks on Christmas, one of them has totally taken Lorenzo under his wing. He’s spent like $145 on him already. He bought him all this windshield cleaning product so Lorenzo can work. Lorenzo frustrates me sometimes. I’m going to leave. Lorenzo can have Ventura. It’s a cool place, but I have to go.

     7:37am  I’m going to make an update. I didn’t pack up my stuff at 700 Main. I just stuffed everything in my pack and hauled it over to Starbucks and set my stuff down and started organizing. This other homeless lady was sitting there with a box that said CASH FOR THE HOMELESS, this one brainwashed lady I walked to Catholic Charities with that one day. Donna, I think her name is. Anyway, Lorenzo showed up finally. I had been a little sore with him last night. Before I went to crash, and despite him bitching at me all the time and sucking on my tit so much, Lorenzo had the gall to ask me if he could have that other order of food I was blessed with. I flat out told him no, that it was my breakfast. When he walked up this morning I asked him what was up. I told him that if he could find some silverware that I would share my yummy breakfast with him. He had some Buglers so I offered him a hit of weed and asked if I could roll a cigarette. He ended up trading me the rest of his pouch for a pair of socks. I came to the Vista bus stop. I don’t know what time it comes. I only have a dollar for busfare anyway. Hopefully the guy will be cool.

     7:40am  Frank was nice enough to give me a dollar for the Vista bus. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.

     7:48am  I am on the Vista bus.

     8:54am  I just got off the bus at the University of California Santa Barbara(UCSB), the college. Some dude on the bus told me that I had to be a student to use the computers in the library, but I’ll at least go and use the restroom.

     9:02am  Access granted. I don’t have to be a student to use the computers in the library. I can do my typing here.

     12:25pm  I took a smokebreak in front of the library. I haven’t eaten at all since breakfast this morning. I’m going to get back to typing. I just did a three-hour stint right now. 9-12. I took a hit of weed, so for some reason I’m not that hungry anymore. I’m going to go type for another three hours, then I’ll figure out what to do about food and where to crash and stuff.

     1:30pm  Man, it’s really cold in the library. I left the library. I am on this tape already. I’d have to rewind and research to continue typing. I typed enough today. I’m going to go manifest some food somewhere. I’m going to be caught up soon, like tomorrow. I was thinking about going back to the bus stop to see if I could get a courtesy ride back to Ventura. Hopefully it won’t get that cold tonight.

                   It’s a crowded college campus. I wonder where the fast-food is and if they’ll hook me up.

     1:57pm  I found Isla Vista. It’s not that far at all. I’ve been standing here on the corner of Pardall and Embarcadero Del Norte. They’ve got a Subway on the corner. I’m just standing on the corner with my shirt exposed.

     2:25pm  I am scoring at the Subway! I stood on the corner with my shirt exposed for a while, but I didn’t get any reactions. The ignorance is real thick in IV. As soon as I saw the line disappear at Subway I went inside to hit them up. I was glad to hear them talking Spanish to one another. I gave him my line in Spanish and he’s hooking me up. His name is Jesus.

                   Ask and thou shall receive. I got hooked up at Subway by Jesus.

     2:38pm  I ate my yummy six inch sub in front and now I’m going to walk back to the library and get back to typing. I am already on Christmas Day.

     7:40pm  I just came out of the library. I’ve been typing nonstop. I am only three days away! I am almost caught up.

     9:35pm  Isla Vista is way ignorant. Nobody is responding to my message. Everyone is just walking by. I don’t know where I’m going to camp. It’s getting late. I typed all day long. I scored at Subway earlier, but I typed it all off. I’m going to go hit up this Mexican restaurant, El Sitio.

                   The greedy ass at El Sitio didn’t understand me. “Any comida?” He said no. “Que buen esclavo eres.”

     9:37pm  They told me no at the taqueria, so I walked across the street to Giovanni’s Pizza. I asked the cool white dude behind the counter, “I don’t suppose you guys ever make mistakes here?” He smiled and asked me what I wanted. I told him to surprise me.

                   Sean was his name at Giovanni’s Pizza. At first he just handed me a salad and I thought that’s all he was going to give me and I was totally happy with because I was starving. Then he tells me, “Oh, here’s your pizza, too.” What a surprise! He hooked me up with a fat slice. Treated like royalty. I told Sean thanks for feeding the peace machine and helping me live this dream. Welcome to Isla Vista, Victor Antonio. I asked Sean if there were any woods nearby, or if he could recommend a campspot. He directed me down Del Playa Road. I walked like over a mile and found some bushes next to a sea cliff to camp at. The sound of the ocean will put me to sleep. I’ll take pictures in the morning.

 

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