031204

 

San Antonio, TX

Friday March 12, 2004

     9:07pm  Sam gave me a cigarette at the Walmart. Thanks a lot, brother. 1

     9:55pm  My mom showed up and asked me what I ate today. I told her I had like three peanut butter sandwiches. She went out and got me my Total cereal! A big box. I didn't even ask her for it. I just found out. Man, that's all I'll eat. That's so cool. She's my mom. Anyway, I just walked all the way to the Walmart. Everyone was looking at me. Oh yeah, I told my mom about my predicament and how I needed new tapes to record on. She hooked me up with a five dollar bill! So I came and got me four blank tapes. I'm recording again. Oh yeah, on the walk over here this guy at the Citgo on Guilbeau and Bandera hooked me up with a cigarette and now that I have a new tape let me go back and give him credit and tell him what I'm doing.

     10:10pm  Oh yeah, earlier when I was walking up to the Walmart, Alex, the guy at the Citgo hooked me up with a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother.

     10:20pm  That was a badass follow-up. I told myself I was going to go back to that guy who gave me a cigarette. I went in and told him, "Earlier when you gave me the cigarette I didn't record it because I needed a tape. I got one now and just wanted to tell you that I am writing a book on generosity the whole world is going to read . . . and you're in it." He laughed and said, "Oh, that was my boss' cigarette. I don't care."

                     He listened to my whole story.

                     I just walked through the McDonald's parking lot and some guy looked at me and told me, "Rock on, man." I gave him the peace sign.

     10:25pm  Eric hooked me up with a cigarette. And what was your name? Eric also? The Eric's came up to me and asked me if I could buy them some alcohol and I agreed. Breakin' the law. Breakin' the law. I told them I didn't have my ID, so they're giving me a ride to my mom's house to get it, which I keep in a Ziploc bags with all my other little cards and stuff. I don't keep it in my wallet because I've been pick-pocketed before(12-17-03, 10:40pm). I keep that Ziploc bag in my mission bag. Anyway, we came back to the HEB.

                     I want the cops to mess with me. I don't care if I get busted. Yeah, put me in jail. Give me people who will listen to me. I love an audience.

                     Josh, the cashier at the HEB let me buy the beer without an ID. I appreciate it, dude. My Ziploc bag with all my ID and cards and stuff is missing, damnit.

                     This sucks. I just realized I might have lost my ID. My little bag with all my cards and stuff. I don't give a damn, though.

     11:02pm  I had a mediocre presentation with these guys. They wouldn't listen to me, but at least they know now. I told them Victor Antonio from San Antonio.

                      It started drizzling so I walked back over by the HEB.

     11:10pm  Oh yeah, that guy who let me get beer with no ID told me, "I don't want to deprive a man of his beer." Shyeah, if he only knew I was buying it for some seventeen year old kids.

                      Fuck the system. Breakin' da law. Breakin' da law. Tan-tan.

     11:15pm  Now I'm over here in front of the HEB talking to people. These punk kids just walked in and I'm going to talk to them when they come out. Whoa, there's a hippie-lookin' dude who looks like he'd appreciate my story.

     11:21pm  Jared listened to my story and he gave me two cigarettes. I appreciate it, brother.

                      I talked to that hippie dude, Jared. I told him to tell his friends. He hooked me up with an American Spirit cigarette. Two of them actually.

                      Then I saw these kids getting in a white truck and I asked them if I could tell them a really interesting story. One guy says, "No, I'm too drunk. Good to meet you, cowboy." Dumbass Babylonian alcoholics.

                      This girl just gave me the strangest look when I walked by her. I started giggling at her, hehe.

                      Haha, they can't run me out of here. It's raining!

                      I saw some dude pull up and park over by the entrance that's closed. He went and tried it and it didn't work. He didn't know it was closed. When he walked up to the door I'm at I hit him up for an interesting story and he told me no thanks.

                      Oh yeah, that cashier, Jared came out and talked to me. He asked me, "Where did your beer go?" I told him, "Oh, I bought it for some seventeen year old kids. I don't drink." He just laughed.

     11:57pm  These three kids just went in and bought some beer. When they came out I asked them, "Hey, can I tell you a really interesting story? I just want you to listen." One of them told me, "Oh, I've already heard it before. With the Internet, right?"

                      These girls showed up and listened to my story. I got all the way to the spirits part and they had to go.

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