011607

 Ventura, CA

Tuesday January 16, 2007

     9:16pm  I am out here in front of Vons waiting. Last night I crashed at my Pierpont lot, for like the third time. I woke up this morning, loaded up and walked Pierpont to Seaward. I went in the Chevron and used the restroom. I am having trouble remembering what happened. I mostly flew my sign at Sanjón and in front of the Chevron. When it was already dark I was at the Chevron trying to score a ride South. I want to leave tomorrow. I started thinking about Carol. If I got a ride to Venice Beach then I would be starting out on my East Coast trip. I wanted to say goodbye to Carol. I missed her. I am so torn. Sometimes I wish I wasn't on this mission so I could be in a relationship with Carol, but I can't forget that Carol can't walk my walk. Come 2012, if all that shit is true, people who are out of shape will be left behind. It will truly be survival of the fittest. If that's true, which it very damn well may be, Carol has a mere five years to get in shape.
                    Anyway, tonight at the Chevron this cool dude walked up to me and offered to smoke me out! I was really needing a cellphone to call Carol and I had asked a couple people already. When that guy walked up to me I immediately asked him if he was going South. He said, "What? You need a cellphone?" Crazy, huh? Anyway, I called Carol. She ended up being right there at the Chevron! With Bear and Travis. Oh yeah, and that guy ended up selling me a twenty sack! Carol pulled up and I cut my story short. I gave him my website. I got in Subu and we smoked. I asked Carol if she could give me a ride to the harbor so I could crash behind a sand-dune. Right when we got to the Harbor I changed my mind and asked Carol if she would take me back to the Chevron. She said no, that she didn't have enough gas. I know the gas gauge on Subu and she was nowhere near empty. I got mad and told her to just drop me off, that I would just walk. I was all bummed out about the long walk back to the Chevron and I was hungry too. I just sat down where she dropped me off and smoked a cigarette. I was all thinking, "Some friend she is. Lying about the gas." I actually started crying as I sat there smoking. Before you know it, they pulled back up. Carol said she felt bad. I got all emotional. I was with Carol for over a year.

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