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San Antonio, TX

Sunday March 13, 2005

     7:25am  I just woke up.

     2:26pm  It's about time I made an update for today. Today I spent hours and hours on the computer coding all the links to these new pictures I got. Oh yeah, my mom just hooked me up with twenty bucks. She's going to drive to Alabama. She's going to be back in like four days. She hooked me up with twenty five dollars, so I'm going to go get a new mission bag. She was going out by the airport to rent a car. She's going to give me a ride to the airport.

     2:38pm  I'm about to take off to the mall. My sister's friend Muhammad is giving me a ride. We'll be following my mom.

     3:07pm  We are at the car rental place by the airport now.

     3:46pm  Muhammad just dropped me off at North Star Mall. I'm going to go to Champs and buy my mission-bag.

     3:56pm  Oh yeah, I bought my turnbeutel. It was only ten bucks! It's a newer model too. Nike brand. I got a blue one, same as my old one.

                    I got off the bus over on Blanco and Rector. Not that far from the mall. I'm going to walk downtown from here and buy me a sack of weed.

     4:38pm  I just had a great presentation with Vanessa and Jennifer right here on Darchester and Blanco. They all walked by and I yelled, "Know where I can get some weed?" They came over and that one girl Vanessa said, "I've seen you before. You've told me your story. I gave you a cigarette." I'm going to go to Travis Park and find me some weed.

                   I'm at Robert E. Lee High School. Looking for tennis courts.

                   I'm over on Jackson Keller by Lee High School. Shit, I hope my batteries don't run out soon.

                   There were tennis balls nowhere at Robert E. Lee. That sucks.

     5:09pm  This carload of kids just honked at me. They all gave me the peace sign.

                    I'm going to lurk around Lincoln Village Apartments. I'm going to wander around in here.

     5:25pm  I walked Jackson Keller to West Avenue. Turning left on West Avenue.

                   Oh yeah, I walked by Carmen's Pizza. I'm going to see if anyone in there remembers me and hooks me up again. I scored here last year(2-25-04, 12:59pm), I think.

     5:37pm  Victor hooked me up at Carmen's Pizza. I appreciate it, brother. You have a fine name, hehe. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

                   Sweet, I got hooked up hardcore. I got some fried chicken. I got some French fries. I'm all fueled up. It's a little too late to get to the hospital by 7:15. I don't even know how I would get in the house because I don't have my key. I'm going to have to call Laura or something.

                   I got to the corner of West Avenue and Mackey. I saw some cool-lookin' Mexican dude pull up to the stop sign. I asked him, "Hey man, know where I can get some weed?" He drove off, turned around and came back. He told me, "What do you need? I'm about to go get some right now." He's going to see if he can get me a dime. He said he would come back. I don't know if he will though.

                   Ahh, screw that guy. I'm going to keep walking. Walking down West Avenue.

     6:45pm  I didn't tell you. I'm on the 652. Going to the Deco District.

                   I just got off the bus. Mr. Zuniga was driving. I didn't recognize him or anything. When we were nearing my stop I told him, "Next stop, please." He stopped and I said, "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Zuniga. Drive carefully." He told me, "You have a good day, Victor." He knew my name!

                   I got on the 91 over by Babcock. I'm walking to Santa Fe Place now.

     7:15pm  I forgot to mention. I came over to Lorenzo's. He was home. The weed-guy was here and he hooked me up with a five dollar blunt. I got weed. Mission accomplished.

     9:05pm  I am telling Ernest my story. What was your email? ernie292001@yahoo.com

     9:32pm  I am hanging out at Lorenzo's. Ernest, his friend, not only listened to my whole story very attentively, but he hooked me up with a cigarette too. I appreciate it, brother.

Next day..

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