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 Santa Cruz to San Jose, CA

Monday March 2, 2009

     5:52am  Last night I was walking down the street and I saw this homeless lady camped outside a bank or something. I walked by her and asked her if she could recommend somewhere else to camp. She directed me over by the bookstore, but not before I asked her if I could tell her my story, hehe. I came over by the bookstore and I saw another homeless person crashed, so I took the spot next to the bum. At about four in the morning I wake up and I thought there was a party going on. I heard all this talking. After only about five hours of sleep I get woken up by all this chattering. All the time it was just one girl talking to herself, the bum that was already crashed out. It's Jenna! That wingnut from Berkeley that I remember from a long time ago. This girl has zero attention span. She doesn't listen worth a shit. She's stuck. She believes in the reality she's made up in her head. None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free!

     8:05am  I came to the homeless shelter here where they're serving breakfast.

     8:20am  I never mention I dropped my glass cigarette pinch hitter and it will break, after all. It's made out of quartz glass after all. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way. I went straight in the smokeshop and I bought another glass replacement. I've got ten bucks left.

     9:37am  I came to the library. Oh yeah, this morning at the homeless place I just ate. I could've taken a shower but I didn't feel like waiting.

     12:14pm  I think I'm going to leave this town. This town kind of sucks. I haven't even gone to the boardwalk, the marina, but fuck it. I want to go to San Antonio. I saw a San Antonio stop on the way here. Maybe I'll catch the bus back to San Jose.

                     Man, this town is all ignorant. I got to tell this one guy some of my story and he up and invites me to a comedy show. "Are you going to be here Friday night?" It says cover is $18, but he gave me a card that will get me in for free. I doubt I'll go, but maybe.

     4:12pm  I didn't tell you, I went to the library this morning and got printouts. They charge for everything at the library. It's like a dollar to check your email. It's damn ridiculous.

     4:45pm  I never told you but I got hooked up with a lot of meat last night. This good-ass steak. Two big Ziploc bags full. I don't have to worry about food for a while. I might catch the 17 Express back to San Jose and see if I can find a place to camp. I only got five hours of sleep last night because of Jenna.

     4:57pm  On the bus to San Jose.

                   I am in San Jose at the transit station downtown. I don't know what I'm going to do or where I'm going to go. It's going to be tough to find a campsite. Hmm, I see a bus that says FREE SHUTTLE on it, cool. The driver is walking up. I'll ask him where the free shuttle goes.

                   He told me it went to a college. There's usually trees and stuff I can camp in at colleges. Hopefully they'll have a library I can do my typing at. I have plenty of food.

                   I barely got any good reactions to my shirt in Santa Cruz. I got a couple good ones. Now that I have food I should really get my typing done somewhere. I also need to charge the battery for my camera.

                   I got on the FREE SHUTTLE and met this homeless couple and I asked them where I could camp. I got off the bus with them in front of this big MLK library. Right across the street there is a little alcove and they said I could crash there if I wanted to.

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                   Michael Tsarion

                   Leo Zagamie

     5:11pm  Hell yeah, I came to the Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Library. I walked in, but then decided against. I checked my email this morning for a fucking dollar in Santa Cruz. I came outside to smoke a cigarette and some guy saw my website on the back of my shirt. He came outside to talk to me and ask me about my website. He's familiar with the New World Order and freemasonry and stuff. It's about to start raining again and he asked me where was I going to crash tonight. He said I could crash at his place! Welcome to San Jose, Victor.

                   His name is Shamya-Gopa. He brought me to the Hare Krishna house on St. James close to the 7-11. I'd take pictures, but my batteries are dead. Maybe I can charge them tonight.

     10:00pm  How awesome is that?! I ended up at a little haven. I'll take pictures in the morning because I'll be able to charge my battery. I even got to take a shower! I am all clean. I'm loving this. San Jose is great so far. Just look at all the crazy synchronicity that occurred for me to end up here tonight. Shaman's got a laptop with slow internet. I've got a little garage to crash in too. I'll take a picture.  

     10:45pm  I am going to bed in the garage. Goodnight, everybody.

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