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                                                                                               San Luis Obispo to Oceano, CA

Tuesday March 31, 2009

     9:30am  I woke up about five minutes ago. I got six hours of sleep. That's enough. I can take a nap at Prado later too. The sun is up and it's all warm. I'm going to wake and bake.  Shoe Gooing, new shoes, soles

                     Pictures of field

     11:25am  Leaving my beautiful field. I'm going to hop the highway to Prado again. I'm not scared.

     11:37am  I am already at Prado. I love that shortcut.

                     I just typed up the bulk of my work. I am already on the tape I'm recording on. Right now I am about halfway through the first side of this 90 minute tape. I'll have to rewind to keep typing. I'm going to go take a shower.

     7:08pm  I didn't tell you. I walked to Higuera and I got really tired. I went over by Woodstock and stood there in the sun. It heated up right there and I even took my shirt off. I got all drowsy and stoned, so I wandered to the Mission park by the creek. I remembered there being grass there and maybe I could score a nap. I assumed a spot next to the restrooms. I didn't get to sleep at all though with all these little kids going in and out of the bathroom. I just rested. I talked to the punks in the gazebo place. They were playing guitar. This dude came up to me who last night smoked me out for two bucks. It's pathetic how all these punks need money. They're all brainwashed. This hippie girl just sold me a lot of good trim for three bucks. I'm going to walk back to Higuera now and spread the word. Maybe I can score me some leftovers somehow.

                    I forgot to mention, this guy walked up and said, "Hey, is that an Alpenlite bag?" He said that he had one just like that. That's right, Ventura, CA.

     8:05pm  Some stuff has happened. This drunk guy Joe-Bob I had seen earlier talking shit to people and trying to pick fights. It ended up being the same dude who had taken me to eat pizza at Woodstock's the other day. He was drunk off of his ass and he needed somebody to drive him home. At first I was totally against the idea because he was drunk. But then, I started to totally consider it, because he was so drunk. There was no way he was going to be able to drive anything home. he told me if he got pulled over he would get really popped and might have to go to prison. He told me he lived in Oceano, close to Pismo Beach. Hey, I've never been to Pismo. I agreed. We walked around looking for his Toyota Four Runner with a ladder on top of it. We found it and we drove it to Oceano. He's doing construction on a building on Higuera. I'm going to go to work with him tomorrow and make a little money. He even said I was hid driver now. I'm not scared of nothing. He said to never mention his name or he would kill me, so be sure to change it when I type it up.

Next day..