021907

                                                                   Black Bear Ranch to Hoopa to Arcata, CA

Monday February 19, 2007

     10:39am  I haven't been making shit for entries lately. I forgot to tell you I have found a new hobby. I am logging all of my stuff from my recordings on paper. I'm transcribing by hand. That way, I'll have access to the story and I'll have something to do. I can study myself and elaborate. Right now Jake, Carol and me are going to Arcata to do a supply-run for the ranch. I will tell you what happens on the way there.

     2:10pm  We stopped at Ray's Food Place in Hoopa.

     3:30pm  We are in Arcata already.
                  
     5:28pm  Man, fuck Food Not Bombs. Fuck them up the ass. This isn't the first time they've been idiots to me. We dropped off Jake. He brought us to The Yellow House. The Food Not Bombs house. At first they said we could crash and everything. That they had floorspace for us. Then Carol asked if she could check her email and they didn't let her. They got all uppity. Carol got offended and she wanted to leave. At first I didn't think that was so bad. I mean, it is their personal computer. They don't have to let us use it.
                   I thought hmm, I'm going to test them with my story. I went to the back room where there were these hippie guys back there smoking weed. I went in there and they agreed to listen. Well, right in the middle of my manifesto, right when I go, "Let me tell you about my army," this guy just cuts me off. The first time I had asked them if I could keep going this guy told me, "I am losing interest, to tell you the truth." I told him, "Let me see if I can get it back," and kept going. Then he cut me off. What a fucking hippiecrite. You should shave your dreadlocks. You don't deserve them. Argh, what the fuck is wrong with this world? People need to listen. Anyway, so Carol and I are leaving. Fuck The Yellow House. Fuck Arcata. Fuck Babylon. Let's go back to the mountains, Carol.

     7:13pm  Carol and I came to HSU to check our emails. See, when we first went to the Food Not Bombs house, Jake took us to the Food Not Bombs house and represented us. I still can't believe that guy had the nerve to cut me off in the middle of my story. Oh yeah, and one dude told Carol, "You can't use the computer. It's mine." Carol: "I mean, his friend Jake just vouched for us. I told him, "You don't know who we are. In the city we come from we were the people donating to Food Not Bombs. You guys would come to our place and set up. You don't know who we are. You don't know anything about us. Your friend vouched for us and that should have been good enough." Apparently it wasn't. They treated us not like welcome members at all. Then when you went in the room, that guy didn't even come out to meet us, we had to go in there. They said that they wanted to hear your story, but right in the middle of it he interrupts you which is really rude. He was all, "I want to be with my friends." Like implying you should shut up and leave. The other guys were actually listening to you. Yeah, and he started making fun of you and stuff. It was really rude." It was ignorance at it's max.

     9:04pm  Joe in front of Long's Drugs hooked me up with a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

Next day..