032807

 Portland, OR

Wednesday March 28, 2007

     12:07pm  I went to bed kind of early last night, around one. Early for me at this house. I woke up and the house was a complete mess. I got to cleaning hardcore. I swept the living room and washed all the dirty dishes. I even mopped. They're pretty happy. Right now I am going to try and manifest me some marijuana. Marjijuana, please come to me. I'm going to ride the bus over to Foster and 205.

     12:17pm  The greedy ass bus driver told me no, but I was able to gank a bunch of rolls of toilet paper from the bathroom in the New Seasons. I'll walk up to the house and give it to them. Then I'll come back for the next bus and try my luck then.

     12:38pm  I walked Killingsworth all the way to 42nd. Oh shit, Ole Frijole. Delicious Mexican food, huh. I'm gonna go eat, hehe. Just watch.

     12:46pm  Cecilia en Ole Friojole me esta dando gasolina para mi estomago. Todo mundo recibe credito, gracias.

                     Called that, called that.

     12:52pm  The 72 driver gave me a courtesy ride. Ask and thou shall receive. The rules haven't changed.

     4:34pm  Some lady just walked up to me and said, "Hey, are you hungry?"

                   Man, I just got some food! Hell yeah!

     7:41pm  I am finished spreading the word on the corner. Cathy with a C gave me another ride.

     8:14pm  I forgot to mention. I got off the 72 right in front of the Max stop. I walked to Glisan. I was able to call Sara on the bus. She's on her way back to Eugene. She got her truck back. After she re-ups she says she'll smoke me out. I'm going to call her around ten 'o clock.

                   To kill time, back when I was looking for Sara's house last time I knocked on this guy's door and some black dude Devon answered and let me use his phone(3-26-07-7:14pm). I told him about my mission and he seemed interested. He asked me if I would smoke him out, but I didn't have any. I told him I would stop by and tell him my story sometime. So that's what I'm going to do.

     11:11pm  Boy, do I have a great update to make. Tonight turned out beautiful, man. I went into the bar The Top of the Hill. See, first I thought I would go door-to-door and tell my story. I'd look for that Devon guy's house. I went to the bar. At first this homeless Native American lady, she told me she was getting a motel room that night and I could crash there if I wanted to. At first I considered it. I called Sara at ten and she didn't answer. I thought she might be ignoring me. Not picking up the phone because she was busy. After a while I told myself I was going to walk over to her apartment and see if they were awake. I walked to her place and saw the light was still on. I gently rapped on the window and whispered, "I'm sorry I'm coming by so late. You told me to call you at ten." She opened the door and welcomed me in. She was hanging out with her son Austin. I got to tell Austin my story! Man, Sara hooked me up so rowdy tonight. Right now I am loaded, packed. She gave me all these groceries for me to take back to the Alberta House, you know, to help pay my "rent." I am bulging. My bag and all my cargo pockets are stuffed. She gave me some weed too! I'm going to bring all this shit back to the house and be able to contribute. The guys are going to love this shit, hell yeah. I'm going to smoke them out too.

     11:21pm  I have to admit, that child is smart. Austin, Sara's kid. I love him to death already. He was so inquisitive. He's sharp as a tack. He was just loving my story. We were able to break away from Sara's crazy mom Sharon and we sat down on the bench in the kitchen. Well, she's not crazy. She just doesn't listen. I sat down with Austin and told him my Brewster County Jail story. He just loved it.

                     I really like Sara. Whenever I save the world and I get my choice of who I want, I'm going to go for her, my dancer. My private dancer, hehe. She's beautiful. She really is.

                     She gave me so much food. All my pockets are full and I'm carrying bags. The guys at the house are going to love me. The bus comes at twenty seven I think.

     11:29pm  I'm going to walk in the house and say, "Hey, so you guys don't think I'm a mooch for not paying rent, look what I manifested."

                     I bet you when I walk in they'll go, "Did you get any weed, Victor?" I'll tell them, "No, sorry. But I got smoked out, hehe." Then when I empty all my pockets I'll pull out my nug-jar and go psyche!

                     When the bus pulls up I'm going to tell him/her, "Hey man, I've got an expired transfer. I've got all this food for the house these kids are letting me crash and not pay rent at. It's for a good cause. Look, I just manifested all this food for the house, for the people who pay rent. Can I get a courtesy ride, please? "

     11:33pm  The bus is late already.

                     I am really loving Portland this time. This city does work. It's hella-convenient. I love this town.

     11:45pm  I forgot to tell you. The driver on the 72 hooked me up with a ride. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     12:24am  I came home with the groceries and I'm out here talking with Dreamer. Matthew, right? I can't remember what I was going to say. You should take over for me. Matthew: "Yeah, if you wanted to hear some of my stories." Of course, I went first. It's my turn to listen. Go ahead.

                     Matthew: "After we meet in the shadows of the quiet street to trade lyric sheets and rap about the evolution. I go on a dotted-z, because I'm damn well drowning in the think-tank. That's just me, brother. I'm a fiery Icelot, so I meditate on purple dank. I can't be frank about it, I got very little time. I'm looking to find some reason up in the material world and I have my hawk-eye set on rhythm and rhyme. You see, these are pretty crazy times and they're bound to get ballistic. That's why my energy is on that edge and leaning towards holistic, healing, because it's all about the way that I'm feeling, and now I truly see that my environment is just a grand reflection of me. Earth, sky and see. Universal energy and all the physical matter. It all comes together to help you and I climb the life-condition ladder. From hell to Buddhahood, right by my altar, burning Nag-champa, sage and sandalwood, and it is all good since I've found my piece of mind meditating with rhythm and vibin' to the highest vibration of purest time. Raise the spirits and you too will find that you are as strong as the old-growth tree. If you don't believe, try it. You don't even gotta buy it, yo. It's free. It's ageless energy. Undeniable, unarguable. Plain and simple, it's just there. The blessing of this life is the beauty of breathing air. You can go anywhere. You can experience it all, or you can confine yourself in a little box watching summer turn to fall. Winter turns to Spring, still you haven't done a thing. So you're time to the clock of life lining the machine. You may ask me what does all this mean, or better yet how do we break away. Well my idea is it's starts with a conscious decision today. They're paying us for our lives. No wonder we have no time to play with our kids or talk to our wives. That's what happens when we play into the struggle that creates all earthly strife. No, I'm not pointing my finger with blame, because I've been doing just the same. What I'm suggesting is that we start to create for ourselves a fair game. Fuck monopoly. Those motherfuckers are always cheatin'. What I want to know when I go to sleep is that the whole family is eating. I want to create a place of free feeding. I'm going to call it come and get it when it's hot and if you got some food to contribute I'll come and get it before it arrives. Well, I know it's a long name, but pretty much what I'm trying to say is we need to break down the personal fear-based borders and unite our communities today. We have no time to wait for tomorrow and definitely not next week. I'm talking to the lower and the middle class people, The ones that the bible be calling them meek. WE shall inherit the earth and we need to make sure that our children's children's great grandchildren's are still giving birth. For what it is worth I've got to do my part to evolve the revolution. I strongly believe that the conscious mind is the key to the solution. Simply put, I'm striving towards the state of being. There's no way to me to drown out all the trouble that I'm seeing. I gotta set to freeing all the spirits that are crying because they're held captive, with my eyes open, I'm obligated to being pro-active and the fact is, yo. My ancestors are calling and the message is return to the circle, because Babylon is falling."

                     You rock, man. You rock. That's beautiful. [It's 7-3 and I'm typing this up. Just in case I didn't understand it exactly as he said it, I'm going to email Matthew and see if he'll revise it for me.]

Next day..