032607

 Portland, OR

Monday March 26, 2007

     9:36am  I woke up around seven, as usual. I waited for the sun to come up. I'll chill out on the computer for a little bit. I got a courtesy ride from the first bus that pulled up. Russell is on his way to do something too. I'm going to go back to my spot at Foster and 205. On my way to save the world.

     10:08am  Just rode the number 10 to some Burgerville on Hawthorne and Land Lane, I think. I'm at the bus stop by the Burgerville.

     10:11am  Here comes the bus, the 14. Let's see if I get a courtesy ride like I did last time.

     10:12am  John is hooking me up with a courtesy ride. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.

     10:37pm  I just got dropped off on Foster and 205. That bum is there, ugh. Let me go talk to him. Maybe he'll smoke me out.

                     Please Love, feed my belly. I'm hungry. I need some breakfast.

     12:33pm  I just got out of the Value Village thrift store. I scored great. I got new shoes. I got some boots! They're badass! It was crazy. I was just sitting on the bus working on my crossword puzzle. All of a sudden I see Value Village Department Thrift Store. Next stop, please, hehe. I went in there and on the top of the shoe rack I see a pair of black boots. Crossing my fingers I pick them up. Size twelves! I was so shocked. I took them and found a chair to "try them on" at. Nobody was paying attention to me. I laced them up and took my low cut leather Sketchers and casually placed them on the shelf. And then I just hot-footed it the fuck out the door. Hey alright, if I get by...it's a-mine. Mine 'ol mine. Go! I hope these boots are waterproof. I'll find out soon.

                     Holyfuckingshit. Guess what I just scored. I scored me some police-issue Magnum Viper 8's. Hell yes!! These are exactly the boots I need for my mission. I am just flabbergasted. Thank you Love soooo much. Umm, presto-manifesto!

                     The thriftstore is on 82nd and Raymond. I have directions to this coin shop. I don't know what the address is. Oh yeah, I never mentioned. That day when I was standing in front of the eyeglass place where I met Devin, I told some kid my story and afterwards he volunteered me a Nolan Ryan Silver Dollar. I called around coin shops in the yellow pages and found out that I could get five bucks for it. So that's what I'm doing right now. I don't know what the address is, but it's on Powell. Whoa, there's like a homebum on each corner here. I definitely have to remember this place. Powell and 82nd.

                     Oh yeah, I scored some new cargoshorts too! I went in the dressing room and "tried them on." Switched them out.

     1:32pm  I just came back to Alberta. It was raining so I'm not going to fly my sign at Foster Road. Even thought it stopped raining. Umm, I'm going to fly my sign somewhere around here. Man, I am so loving these boots. They really are my wings. I have five dollars so I'm going to go patron La Sirenita taqueria on Alberta. They hooked me up with an awesome burrito the other day and I'm going to go buy one since I have money this time. It was a damn delicious burrito.

     2:03pm  I came to the Concordia Coffee Shop. This girl came outside and asked me for a light. I hit her up for my story, but I couldn't tell it to her. She had to go. She was trying to sell her laptop for four hundred bucks. She gave me a cigarette.

     4:20pm  I just walked to the corner of 33rd Avenue and Killingsworth. I'm going to stand here and fly my sign. It's drizzling, but I don't care. I'll make a new sign if it gets wet.

     4:47pm  Chris hooked me up with a cigarette on the corner of Killingsworth and 33rd. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, man.

     5:27pm  I am done flying my sign on the corner because I forgot I called Sara today from the coffee shop. I talked to her mom. Her mom is having some breast surgery. Like she's getting one removed. Cancer, I think. She told me to call her up around five thirty and that we could meet up.

     6:15pm  Cathy hooked me up with a ride on the bus. The 72. I appreciate it, Cathy.

                     She even volunteered me a transfer right when I stepped on the bus.

     6:18pm  I forgot to tell you I'm on my way to meet Sara. I just got on the bus. Courtesy ride, baby.

                   Cathy with a C. Cathy's beautiful. I told her what I could of my story. She knows what I'm doing.

     6:34pm  Cathy with a C just dropped me off on Glisan and 82nd. I only have ten blocks to walk. I'm not going to wait for the bus. Time to wear my boots in. I left the address at home, so I'm just going to knock on doors around Glisan and 92nd and hopefully I'll get the right one.

     7:14pm  Aww, Sara is so cute. Anyway, I walked to the intersection. Stupid me left the address at home. I knew it was on 92nd. Dude, there's a 92 Place right next to 92nd Avenue. That's stupid as hell. I went around and borrowed people's phone. I finally got a hold of her. It was cool, this random door I knocked on, this guy Devon. Other people weren't letting me. They were shaking their heads. He let me borrow his phone. I gave him my webpage and told him it's about world peace through marijuana. His face lit up, "Do you have any?" I told him I wish I did and if I did he would have some too. Anyway, Sara and I just drove to the Winco Foods. I'm getting soda for Sara right now. I suggested we tag-team the grocery list.

     10:00pm  I am here at Austin's mom's house. That's Sara, by the way. Austin is her eleven year old son. I'm talking to Austin. What do you want to say to the whole world? Austin: "If you skate, skate for what you love." Austin Jones.

     12:23am  I am waiting for the bus on 82nd and Glisan. I'm going to go in the Pizza Hut here and ask them if they have any mistakes. Oh yeah, Sara's mom is a wingnut, hehe. She wouldn't let me talk one bit. She wouldn't shut up.

     12:31am  Whoa, that was crazy. Like fifteen cops just zoomed by me with their lights flashing. They're headed towards where I want to go. Over by Killingsworth. I'm right here in front of the Food Mart. I told my story to the guy inside. Man, the cops just keep coming.

     12:53am  I couldn't make his name out on the recording, but this dude hooked me up with a coffee at the gas station. I appreciate it, brother.

     1:21am  I got to 33rd and Killingsworth. I was walking up 33rd and this dude riding a huge ass clown bike stopped and talked to me. While he was riding past I yelled, "Can I tell you a story?" He turned around for me. He was kind of busy, so I gave him my webpage. He told me to check out clownhouse.org. His name is Dingo.

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