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                                                                                                             San Luis Obospo, CA

Thursday March 26, 2009

     5:57am  I don't know how much sleep I got. I'll find out when I type it up.

     6:52am  I just switched out tapes so I can keep typing and not have to rewind and fast forward to go back where I stopped recording. I need to manifest some headphones somehow. I really need some to do my typing.

     7:03am  Up and at 'em. Leaving from the field.

     7:44am  I walked up Higuera to the Circle K. Subway didn't let me use their restroom like they did the other morning. The nice girl at the bagel place let me use theirs though, even though she had the gall to tell me not to make a mess. I'm going to check the Circle K dumpster for donuts like I found the other day. I'm chilling in front of the Circle K until eight. Then I'll walk to the Prado Day Center.

     7:50am  Walking to Prado.
                    
     12:02pm  I should make an update. I ran into the Water kid, the hash kid at Prado. I scored a shower today. After Prado I went to the bus stop and ran into Water. He told me, "You know what? I got jumped yesterday. I got a hundred buck's worth of hash stolen from me." He was trying to sell it to them, but they just took it. He's got some more though. They thought they got it all. He asked me if I would go to Nipomo with him because he didn't want to be by himself, after getting jumped. There's power in numbers so I agreed to go. Figured I'd go spread the word in this town. I did get a little bit of typing done at the day center, but I need headphones bad. He said he knows a place in Nipomo to fly a sign at so I'm going to go spread the word and maybe get some money and some weed somehow. Oh yeah, we walked over to get his stuff, this frame pack he had stashed close to this bridge and he just smoked me out with some hash. I'm all fuckin' stoned. We just walked to the Conserv gas station and he's going to buy some cigarettes.

                     This wingnut crazy dude! We walked to the Conserv gas station and this guy comes up to me on a bike and says hi. I told him I was a journalist and I tried to tell him my story. I had just started when Water comes out of the gas station and I tell the guy wups, there's my friend, gotta go. Just then Water walks up to the crazy dude and tells him he's got hash for sale. The dude gives him ten bucks and goes inside the store. When he comes out Water gives him the hash. The dude said no way, he wanted his money back. He didn't like the size. He took it personally. Water gave him the ten back and we walked off. Then this guy starts yelling at us as we're walking away calling use motherfuckers and talking all this shit because he was offended. I told the guy I had absolutely nothing to do with it, that it was his hash that he made. This guy still had beef with me though. When he started yelling at first I yelled back, "Talk is cheap!" As we were walking over the highway the dude comes up to me on his bike and talks shit to me. I tell him to go yell at Water. He even pushes me a little. I laughed at him and told him I wasn't scared. He even grabbed the compass off of my walking stick and tore it off. Crazy guy. He told me if he ever saw me again I was dead. He said he was going to call the cops and that both of us would go to jail. Crazy guy.

     3:22pm  I'm standing in front of the library waiting for this Water guy to come out. That dude on the bike spooked him so much that he decided to hide out in the library until three thirty when the bus to Nipomo came. Pussy. Anyway, I told him I was going to go to the Mac store on Higuera and check my email and that I would meet him at the bus stop before three thirty. He was going to pay my fare so I'd go with him.

                   In front of the library I walked by Angela and she recognized me from two months ago. I walked by and she said, "That guys a journalist." She let me have a cigarette. I appreciate it, Angela. Everybody gets credit.

     3:35pm  I just ran into that Kristina girl I met in Los Osos a couple months ago. I'll put a link to that day(2-6-09:3:17pm). Thanks for making contact.

                   Kristina and I sat in the grass and I told her some more of my stories. Water never showed up so I guess I am not going to Nipomo. I wonder if that wingnut will ride be me on a bike and tell me shit. I had nothing to do with that shit.

     4:38pm  Rico just came by and gave me a cigarette. He's got a cool weed shirt.

     4:53pm  Hell yeah, awesome presentation with Rico. At the end he gave me a handful of change with some weed nuggets in it. Score. Free-hugging time.

                   It's a good thing I didn't go to Nipomo. It's Farmer's Market tonight. He just disappeared, Water did. That's good though. Maybe he's bad luck.

     5:25pm  Oh man, I thought I was busted. Right as I was loading my one-hitter, my special cigarette all these mountain bike cops showed up. I slyly slipped my pipe into my pocket. They walked up and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was a journalist and I was just passing out my free website. Haha, world peace through marijuana. Clown wig and everything. They told me I couldn't have any of my stuff on the bench. So I just took it off. They lay down all the rules like you can't solicit six feet in front of a business. I told them I wasn't soliciting. I was just passing out my website. I forgot to tell them I had a permit. I pulled out my free hugs sign now since I have weed. No hook a brother up or smoke a brother out right now.

     5:58pm  John Mondeo is going to hook me up when I get hungry tonight. I appreciate it, brother. Thanks for feeding the peace machine.

                   Sweet, I was telling that guy my story and he said he had to go, that he was the manager at a restaurant. He said he'd give me some gasoline for my stomach if I stopped by later. Awesome!

     6:04pm  Kate was nice enough to give me some change for the cause. I appreciate it, Kate. Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot.

     6:55pm  I came to the Macintosh store because I ran out of websites to give people. There's this huge crowd tonight. I'm passing them out like wildfire. I ran to the Mac store and asked them, "Please, I'm a journalist. I need some printouts to spread the word." They let me get two, so I have sixty more URLs to give out.

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     7:38pm  Michelle is being nice enough to give me some leftovers. I appreciate it, Michelle. Everybody gets credit. Thanks for feeding the peace machine.

     7:46pm  Molly just volunteered me some fries. I appreciate it, Molly. Everybody gets credit.

                   I am having a blast tonight. There are so many people downtown. Every turn I take I get recognized. Today has been like The Day of Recognition for me. People from Morro Bay recognized me and all the people who saw me when I was here two months ago. I'm back.

                   Couple I told my story to.

     7:57pm  Ariel is being nice enough to give me a cigarette on Higuera at the farmer's market tonight. Thanks a lot.

     8:45pm  Go to where? 760 South Higuera. "It's a beautiful old building that didn't look beautiful until about three years ago. Up on the top it says "One block 1897." I lived in two different apartments when I went to Cal-Poly. Mr. Warden was my landlord. I swung a deal with him. I got two months free rent for painting all the wood floors inside. Same grey paint since 1974. You can see evidence of my handiwork."

     8:52pm  Kevin was nice enough to give me a cigarette on Higuera at the farmer's market. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

                   I need to make an update. I met this guy Sirius tonight. He was walking around with a backpack with a sign hanging off of it that said "Hungry Vegan, Nomadic Gardener." I asked him if he wanted to help me spread the word and he said sure and I let him put on one of my shirts. I went to the Mac store to get even more copies. I told them I had money and would pay for each copy. I need more than one this time. The nice girl there let me print out five and didn't charge me. She knew what I was doing. She said she'd been to my website. For the cause. Man, I got recognized so much tonight. Every turn I take. I met Sirius guy, who's a traveler too. He's passing out my website for me while I go get more at the Mac store. He just got here the other day. He's going to camp with me in the field tonight. We'll go to Prado in the morning for breakfast.

     9:05pm  Here's Sirius. "I'm Sirius. Born and raised in Birmingham, AL. I wanted to major in philosophy and psychology, but realized I would either be thinking deep thoughts about being unemployed or would have to get some crazy high falooting PHD to be anything. I got all pragmatic and got into biology. The study of life. I am super into that, but I have some apocalyptic tendencies in my orienting generalist thought patterns which led me with enough velocity from my set path in the system. I let go of everything I knew and all my material attachments. I went to my second rainbow gathering in Ocala. One raw food community, one organic orchard run by Dynamic CSA and a whole lot of other shit later. Now I'm living in California learning permaculture and biodynamics in preparation for the cosmic alignment happening at some believe to be the year 2012. This fascinates me so, but it could just be a tool for mass-hysteria. That's about as much of my story that I can capitulate right now, because I don't practice mine as much as this fellow here."

     9:31pm  I just took a picture of Sirius looking serious in front of the illusory plant in front of the Circle K. It looks just like it, I swear. Japanese Maple. Whoa, he knew what kind it was. Identified!

     10:10am  I should make an update. Sirius and I walked over to where I camp and we're smoking some hash.

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