021405

 

San Antonio, TX

Monday February 14, 2005

     5:50am  I woke up at like five this morning at Sam's. I came up to the bus stop. Oh yeah, Sam made me a yummy salad last night. I came out to the bus stop and this guy was closeby working on his car. I offered to smoke him out and he told me, "Man, I already did." I told him my intro and mission objectives, but he was working on his death machine, so he didn't have time to listen. I told him, "Just know somebody's working on it."

     6:58am  I'm in front of the Citgo by my mom's house.

     1:30pm  I never told you. I woke up from my nap. I crashed out hard.

     4:48pm  Alem, the cashier at the Citgo hooked me up with a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother.

                    I came to the side of the Citgo to smoke that cigarette Alem gave me. Smoke some weed too. You know what I want to know? How come black people like menthols? Why is the majority of the people that smoke menthols African American?

                    Then I looked at the Church's Chicken and wondered the same exact thing about fried chicken.

     4:54pm  Duane hooked me up with a cigarette at the Citgo. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     6:05pm  I'm at the Citgo and the guy I got the cigarette from, I just butted into his and some lady's conversation. I told them my intro and mission objectives. I told Duane, ". . and prove that it's human nature to be generous, just like you did." Duane goes, "That's where you got it wrong. It's not human nature to be generous." I told him, "I beg to differ." I told him I was going to get marijuana legalized and he wouldn't listen to anything I said. He told me, "I thought I had solved the world's problems when I was twenty seven." I told him, "Yeah, but you didn't have the Internet." He told me, "The internet is not going to do it." I told him, "It will be a surprise." He walked off saying he had things to do. I'm going to try and get another cigarette off him, hehe.

                    Oh yeah, when I asked him what he thought the world's greatest problem was he said, "Panhandlers." I told him I wasn't asking for nothing. It's a free story.

                    Then this guy pulled up in a car to use the payphone and I asked him if he had a cigarette. He said, "No, cigarettes are bad for you." I told him, "No, cars are bad for you. Your car smokes more than I do and it's going to give everybody cancer." I hit him up for my story when he got off the phone and he was all, "No, no. I'm trying to get laid. It's Valentine's Day." 

                    Duane came back outside the store and says, "Victor, do you want another cigarette?" Haha, he knew my name.

     8:35pm  I'm back at my mom's house. I have a cigarette behind my ear for later.

     12:32am  I'm going to bed. I didn't do anything else but sit on the computer and proofread. I just got this idea today, when I went up to the Citgo. I thought, "Man, I've got plenty of work to do. I have all those days in 2002 that are totally lowercased and unpunctuated. I have to go through and fix all of them.

                     My stuff is going to be so near-perfect.

Next day..