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                                                                        Malibu to Santa Monica to Venice Beach, CA

Thursday January 18, 2007

     6:33am  Last night after Sycamore Canyon I walked my happy ass like three or four miles. I stopped in at the LA County Fire Department to ask for some water. This cool guy hooked me up and actually listened to my story! In the end he made me a huge peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Last night I walked all the way from Point Mugu to Malibu. I walked past the LA County Line last night into Malibu. Not too long afterwards I found a closed day-use campground next to the highway. I found a spot behind a tree and put my rain poncho down. This morning when I woke up around six I discovered I had rolled over my cheap glasses in my sleep and broke a leg. I searched around for it, but didn't find it. :( 
                   I miss my clarity again.
 
     8:24am  I've walked like seven miles from Sycamore Canyon. I am in Malibu right now. I was walking down Hwy 1 then I noticed this awesome neighborhood down below. I saw the houses were real close to the waves. I wanted to walk along the street down there. I doubled back to where the road starts. I climbed down a bit and sat down to eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich that I got at the fire station last night. All of a sudden a cop pulls up. They let me go, but they searched all my stuff. They let me keep my one-hitter and resin stash. They looked through my mission bag and saw my WPTMJ sign, I am sure. One cop asked me, "All you do is weed?" I told him, "Say no to drugs. All you need is weed." Anyway, they let me go and I walked to the end of the neighborhood. At the end of the hood, back on Highway 1 there was a gas station with all these Mexicans waiting for work at the bus stop. I walked by them and asked for a cigarette in Spanish. Alejandro was nice enough to give me one. I went and sat down at an empty bench and tried to load a hit of resin. The wind blew my cigarette away. I went back to Alejandro and offered him fifty cents for another one. He gave me another one and didn't accept the quarters from me. The 534 bus came soon afterwards and the driver let me on for ninety cents. On my way to Santa Monica. Oh yeah, I had found a backup pair of glasses in my mission bag. They're not as sharp as the pair I broke this morning, but they work a little. They're not girl's glasses either. On the bus I hit this yuppie lady up for my story. She turned off her ears right before I even mentioned marijuana. Nobody wants world peace!

     9:51am  I decided to get off the bus in Malibu. In front of Pier View Cafe. We passed the Malibu Pier and it seemed sucky. Not nearly as cool as Ventura's.

     10:58am  I walked down the street in Malibu for a bit, but there was no one to talk to. I walked to the next bus stop and took some resin hits. Just to kill time for the bus to come I flew my WPTMJ sign. This cool black dude bus driver hooked me up with a courtesy ride. Santa Monica here I come. Singing Weezer, "I wanted more than you to be in Santa Monica..." Oh yeah, the buses have TV's in them.

     2:07pm  I got off the bus at the Santa Monica Pier. It's a little pier also. Not nearly as big as Ventura's. It kind of reminded me of a Tony Hawk level. I only got to tell my story a couple times. Then I walked to the bus stop and got a courtesy ride on the Venice Beach bus. The #1.

     2:28pm  About ten minutes ago I got to Venice Beach and walked to the oceanfront. I'm sitting on top of these bleachers by a handball court flying my WPTMJ sign.

     6:47pm  I sat down on the bleachers here flying my sign and passing out my webpage. I shared some resin hits with this seventeen year old hippie girl named Kayla. When the sun came down the oceanfront cleared out. I was hungry so I hit up Campo's Mexican Food and this dude hooked me up with chips and salsa. I walked back to the Oceanfront, sat down and smoked a cigarette. I saw this guy and girl and hit them up for my story. This guy ended up being Raven, some dude I had known from West Telemarketing in San Antonio! What a small world. He told me I had to go visit some hippie guy named Happy in a white bus about a mile down the oceanfront. So here I go. My feet hurt.

     7:47pm  I walked down the Oceanfront and overheard these two squatters talking about brainwashing. I walked up to them and they invited me to sit down with them. I tried telling them my story, but the older guy wouldn't listen. Clay, this young dude read the Note From the Rich and liked it.

                   Sean - 805-258-1200

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