walking..
Monday March 3, 2008
5:51am We got a wake-up call at five, like we did yesterday. Man, this sucks. I really want to skip town and they won't let me get my pack out of storage. Last night I couldn't access it. Good thing it wasn't that cold. I came back pretty late last night. Everybody was already crashed out. They told me that in the morning I could access the storage, but no one knows where the key is. Man, this place is so damn complicated and disorganized. Just like they want it to be. These stupid volunteers and their petty power-trips.
7:26am Man, I am having a hard time trying to score some weed. I can't wait to get the fuck out of Tallahassee. They're having such a huge ordeal opening that red stoage bin my pack is in.
7:40am I came to this big park where there's a pond. I'm asking for weed, but nobody has any. Nobody will sell me five dollar's worth.
9:00am Mark hooked me up with a cigarette in front of the rescue mission. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.
9:04am Mission accomplished. I retrieved my pack. I'm going to get the fuck outta Dodge.
9:25am I came to the bus station. I am waiting for the 16 to come.
9:40am Dickhead bus driver here in Tallahassee. I was only thirty five cents short for the fare. I was asking people for thirty five cents and the stupid security guard came up to me and told me I couldn't be asking for money. Fuck Tallahassee. Stupid piglet.
9:45am I walked across the street and Carolyn was nice enough to give me the thirty five cents I needed. I have to wait another hour for the next bus at 10:40am. I'm going to try and get some weed.
10:15am Ray just hooked me up with a cigarette at Virgina and Macomb. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot.
10:16am I forgot to tell you that Shorty earlier hooked me up with a Hawaiian Punch.
10:46am I am on the bus. #16.
10:50am Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I was able to score a nugget of chronic right before I left. Perfect timing. Seems like I had to wait that extra hour. Sorry for saying fuck Tallahassee.
11:15am I just got dropped off close to I10. Oh shit, I left my water bottle on the bus. I need to find another bottle. I have extra spouts for it I bought at that garage sale in Panama City.
11:27am I went in the Circle K Express and took a shit and broke up my weed. At Thomasville and Timberlane Road, is where I got dropped off. I10 is to the right. I'm going to walk to the onramp. I'm going to find somewhere to smoke some weed.
11:53am I said screw it. I got tired of thumbing on the onramp. I'm going to walk the highway to the next exit.
Close to the onramp they were doing construction. There was a whole paved lane on the other side of this cement barrier they were working on. I hopped over the barrier and started walking in the lane. A lot of construction workers see me and I gave them the peace sign.
This is some really good weed I scored at the last minute. I'm all stoned off of one hit. One-hitter shit.
12:10pm Coming up on the sign that says I90 four miles, Lake City 102.
12:14pm Passing Olson Road.
Walking underneath Centerville Road.
1:00pm Taking my first break after an hour of walking.
1:15pm Leaving. The craziest shit. I sat down to rest and I saw these two trucks doing some work nearby. A black guy and a white guy. They stared at me and I told them, "I'm walking. I'm resting." I got up to try and bum a cigarette off of one of them and the white dude showed me the barrel of his gun! I said, "Alright, forget it," and walked away quick.
Maybe he saw my shirt.
I've been out for a month exactly.
1:24pm Great, there's a cop up ahead. State Patrol. Shit, should I stash my weed?
1:30pm Guess what, the cop hadn't pulled over for me. He was just standing there in front of his car. He told me he had been standing there since seven 'o clock. State Trooper Castleberry. He seemed cool as hell, so I hit him up for my story! He wouldn't listen to my story. It was pretty loud. I gave him my website though. He agreed with all of it. Marijuana and everything. Hell yeah, I've got the biggest balls of them all! Hehe. I've got weed in my pocket and everything. He warned me that I can't really be walking on the interstate, but that he wasn't on duty. He was just letting me know. He was young. I am almost to Highway 90, a mile away. I walked up to him with my license drawn and everything. He told me that Highway 90 runs parallel to I10, so I can walk that.
Nice guy, Officer Castleberry. Really nice guy.
1:48pm Sweet, there's going to be lots of stores at this junction. There's a Waffle House! I'm going to score again. Just watch.
1:50pm Taking exit 209A.
2:00pm I'm going to go hit up the Waffle House.
2:03pm They're giving me some food at the Waffle House. I got permission from the manager outside smoking a cigarette. Awesome.
2:20pm Hell yeah, I got this bigass waffle and a bowl of grits. I'm all full now. Now I'm going to go to the Circle K on the other side of the parking lot and ask for rides. I'll ask permission to ask first.
2:40pm I forgot to tell you. I walked up to the gas station and an employee comes out and tells me, "I like your shirt!" I offered her my website. I hit her up for my story and she listened great! She was nodding her head up and down. She was all excited and laughing and shit. I had told her, "In between customers, of course." She smiles and tells me, "Look at my nametag." She was the manager! One customer asked her if she smoked marijuana and she said no, that she quit. I doubt it though. She just had a phone call so I had to put it on pause.
She had to go in her car. She said she'd be back though.
3:05pm Raymond is hooking me up with a little bud! Everybody gets credit, man. Thanks a lot.
Raymond even offered me a beer, but I told him no thanks.
3:11pm This dude in a green shirt just hooked me up with a little roach! That's already the second time in less than ten minutes! This is a magic shirt.
3:23pm Jim just hooked me up with a cigarette. He saw me asking some other guy. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks a lot.
3:43pm Tim just hooked me up with two cigarettes! Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot.
That guy was all smiles.
That guy earlier was a tree-yanker. A tree removal guy. I'm a tree-hugger and he's a tree-yanker. He was cool as hell. He was all smiles. It's so cool how I have permission to be here. The manager is cool. I can't wait until she comes back.
I had found a liter water bottle on the highway walking over here and one of those little caps I have fit it perfectly. They refilled it for me at the Waffle House where I scored. Hell yeah, I called that shit from a mile away, literally.
I have been hard at work handing out my website. Almost every single person that looks at my shirt gets one. Everybody takes it.
Be sure and sign my guestbook. I am collecting opinions. Be sure to express yours. It's for a good cause.
4:14pm Spike hooked me up with a cigarette. He's on a motorcycle. A Harley. Everybody gets credit, man. Thanks a lot.
I saw another biker with a Zeus beard. I took a picture of him.My stuff in front of the Circle K.
4:54pm Whoa, the Florida State Troopers just showed up. The K9 unit. Hopefully they'll just drive off. I hope they didn't see my shirt. I'm sure somebody called them. Oh yeah, and right now, that Zeus guy, a Harley biker, he told me he had stashed some weed for me in the trashcan by the door. I'm going to go get it when the cops leave. Awesome, I have gotten so much weed here.
Cool, the cops went away. I'm going to get this cigarette pack with weed in it that the biker stashed for me. I'm getting weed up the ass at this place.
Doesn't everyone see? The government is literally counting on us to smoke marijuana. People aren't going to just stop smoking weed. If they keep it illegal they're going to keep making money. They're counting and banking on us to smoke weed.
6:20pm It was so rad how right when I walked up here the manager Leslie told me she liked my shirt. I didn't know she was the manager until she told me. So I've got permission to be here, man. I'm here until I get my ride. It's the patience game.
I want to go inside and tell this pretty black girl cashier my story.
6:40pm I am telling this beautiful girl inside my story. She told me to give her twenty minutes. She's on the phone with somebody. So I'm going to continue my legend at seven 'o clock. This big shaggy dog pulled up in a blue Mazda pickup. When the guy got out of his car I told him beautiful dog, but he ignored me. So I repeated myself, "Beautiful dog." The old dude just tells me, "Yes, she is."
When he came out I offered him my website, but he was all scared. That's right, be afraid, be afraid.
When a cop comes up to me I'll tell him, "Man, I am trying to go to jail..for my website. I haven't had a good jail story since 2004.
I'm sure I'll go to jail sometime during this East Coast trip.
7:02pm The birds are pretty.
7:28pm Vic just gave me a cigarette at the gas station. I appreciate it.
8:02pm I am walking away from the gas station. I'm going to go look for a campspot. My feet ache. I've walked like six miles today.
8:30pm I haven't sat down at all. I stood a the gas station and passed out my website. I'll get a good night's sleep and then I'll start walking Highway 90 tomorrow.
8:40pm I just found my campsite not that far from the gas station. I'll take pictures in the morning. Alright.
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