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                                                                                                             Ventura, CA

Saturday January 13, 2007

     8:30am  I crashed in Charlene's motel room again. I didn't touch her or anything. Some other guy crashed there, some friend of hers. I slept on the floor in my mummy bag. Oh yeah, this morning I woke up and got all my shit together and took a shower. I needed to go find this homeless bum about my ride to Venice today. It was cold last night. The wind was blowing all hard. It was freezing. This morning I woke up and went to that guy's camp, but he wasn't there. It's this cool little batcave place in the sand dunes. I looked around it then I started walking towards the sidewalk towards Sanjón to fly my sign and some cop rode up behind me on his mountain bike. He yelled at me, "Put your stick down! Go sit over there! Give me your ID! I'm giving you a ticket for illegal camping." I told the oinker, "Dude, that's not my shit. It's belongs to some other homebum and I was just seeing if he was there. I don't want any of that shit. The less I have, the less I have to worry about. I just have my one bag, that's it." He ran my ID and it came back all clear. Of course I hit him up for my story! He was all into the presentation. He dug it. I gave him my webpage. Awesome. Then right when I walked up to Sanjón this girl gave me a dollar. Hell yeah. This sucks. I have only two more recordings to make. I'm going to fly my sign some more.

     1:03pm  What were your names? Ila and D'yannah. Oh yeah, before this guy drove up to my corner and said, "Man, if I had a nug I'd give it to you." I told him, "Man, I'll smoke you out. Come back around." He pulled up in the parking lot under 101. We were sitting there and Ila and D'yannah, they just walked up to me. They saw my sign earlier and they just hooked me up with some McDonald's. Some food. Great! I mean Burger King. Everybody gets credit, thanks. ::girls giggling::

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