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San Antonio, TX

Sunday January 30, 2005

     7:35am  I woke up. I'm going to take a shit.

     11:34am  It's Sunday. Let's see, I did some proofreading. I'm halfway through May. I'm going to go out and get some weed. I got five dollars from my mom for "bus fare" yesterday.

     11:49am  I forgot to tell you, I'm on the 610.

     12:19am  Man, I just had a great presentation on the bus. This guy who just got off at Warm Springs hospital. When he got off he was all, "Have a good day, Victor." Everybody knows my name.

                     I just got off the 91 at Williamsburg and Fredericksburg. I'm going to walk to Santa Fe Place. I hope umm, I know somebody is going to be home. I can hopefully get some weed. I have five dollars.

                     Oh, I never mentioned. I forgot my water bottle this morning, so I had to buy a bottle of water for a dollar at the Citgo.

     1:27pm  The cool girl at G-109 hooked me up with a cigarette. What was your name?

                   She kind of got flipped out with the tape recorder. See, because when I asked her what her name was she asked me what mine was. I told her Victor and she told her friend, "I told you." I thought she'd heard my story before. I asked her if I could tell her what I was doing and she said no.

                   I've got a big update to make. I am getting no weed in Santa Fe today. I came over here by the mailboxes to smoke a cigarette, that I bummed off that girl. I saw some guy with a beer hat. I gave him the peace sign and he came over to me. I spat out my platform and shared my cigarette with him. He asked me if I could buy him a beer because they usually don't sell him any at the Citgo. He's thirty four. I said okay and we walked over there. He ended up going inside and buying the beer anyway. He told me he would go check his friends apartment for weed, but he did and the guy wasn't awake yet. I don't know what I'm going to do. My mission today was to come to Santa Fe and score some weed and go back home and proofread.

                   I'm not going to go downtown. It's raining and there's not going to be anybody in the park with weed.

     3:45pm  The greedy ass bus driver wouldn't give me a transfer.

     4:05pm  Red hooked me up with a cigarette at the hospital. I appreciate it, Red.

     4:10pm  I'm at the hospital. I got here a while back. I've had to wait a long time. The greedy ass driving the 92 on the way here wouldn't give me a transfer. I had asked her, "Will you hook me up with a transfer?" She told me no. I told her, "You greedy ass," and walked away. Then she thought she was slick because she played that pre-programmed message on the intercom that says, "Ask for a transfer when you get on the bus." I yelled, "And what the hell is that supposed to do?" She said, "It doesn't apply to you, does it?" I told her, "It sure don't, I'm special," hehe.

                  Oh yeah, right after I stepped off her bus I checked my stash of transfers and I found one with the letter of the day. Perfect. I'm on the 610 right now going home.

     4:47pm  I rode the 610 past the Citgo. Since I didn't get any weed today, I'm going to try and go to Bob's dad's house where I went the other night. I couldn't remember the house number so I had to rewind. It's 9327 Point's Edge.

     5:42pm  I came over to Bob's. His dad doesn't live here. This is Bob's house. He said he'd smoke a bowl with me! We're sitting here watching the Discovery Channel. There's this really good documentary on head injuries. They're explaining everything that happens in one. How the brain rubs against the skull and bruises up and swells. It's kind of weird. Because they have all these head injury victims with these horrible deficits. Like one guy said he can't love anymore. Then they have this one girl who could barely stand up. After watching that show I feel so damn fortunate. The only thing wrong with me from my two head injuries is that my arm shakes sometimes. I feel so lucky.

                   Thanks for the burn, Bo.

     6:04pm  I'm walking home. It's cool, I got smoked out at Bob's! And all Bob smokes is kynd bud. The next twenty dollars I get, I'm calling Bo. Now I know where to get it.

     6:21pm  Right when I walked by the Citgo somebody honked their horn and it was Gus. He was going to my mom's and he gave me a ride. I get home and my mom tells me, "Look in the backseat of my car. There's a surprise there for you." I went, "Really?" She said, "Yeah, but it's not your shoes, though. It's not your Shox." I went to her car and she had bought these two really big, economy size Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Honey Bunches of Oats! I told her, "You know I can live off cereal!" I gave her a great big hug.

                   I had a good night. I even got smoked out. With some kynd bud.

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