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  10:02am 
     I woke up pretty early like at eight thirty.  I crashed out around 12:30am last night.  I just added a link to the Janis Joplin song where I say, "You know what that's another word for, right?"  I started playing Bobby Mcgee and actually started crying uncontrollably.  Tears of pure joy though.  What a release(I got a different release this morning too, hehe)Crying feels great.  I should do it more often.
     I love Janice.  She really knows how to penetrate you with her music.  She's a welcome infection. 

     Anyway, this morning I compiled and added the rest of my East Coast trip, after Florida.  /My girl has been glued to it for three days.  Check it out.  I also made sure to take all of that massive text off of the main page, it was slowing everything down, but I'm hoping that if my site got automatically archived, it would have that whole month trip archived for sure being on the main page.  So for safe keeping.  But this morning I was getting tired of the lag so I just made a whole other page for it.  At the end I put a link to the rest of the story in case people were interested when they got to the end. 

     I also ordered a external cd drive which I will need to add pictures with soon.  To read my backups when I get back to San Antonio.  All those Walmart CDs from disposable cameras.  

     My girl stayed up all night and "came to bed" when I woke up.  I wasn't about to go back to sleep afterwards, hehe.

6:20pm  I got assaulted today flying my sign!  This tweaker who was at the corner.  Wait, let me rewind. 
     Today we were supposed to go to the farmer's market, but my girl lagged getting ready and it got too late.  I was looking forward to the crowd and I diligently cut out like three sheet's worth of little papers.  I had them in two little weed tins.  I told her my girl to get ready, that I wanted to fly my sign today and spread my word.  We drove to the restaurant parking lot next to the light at the busiest intersection in town, where I worked it last time.
     I had a great reaction to my sign and my shirt today.  These two different black dudes pulled over after seeing my sign and let me hit their blunt!  It happened twice!  One was named Dexter, I think.  Also I noticed these girls yelling at me about my sign when the light turned green and I yelled, "Come back!"  They eventually did and hooked me up with some dank nuggets!  I forget their names but I think one was named, oh forget it, I forgot.  I got hooked up rowdy with weed and cash.
     When I first got there I noticed some dude hanging out at the corner, I was going to ask him if he had dibs on the spot, but when I walked closer I noticed he was just trying to change the tire on his bike.
     I went out and started doing my thing to traffic and got hooked up and smoked out.  I guess the tweaker guy noticed I was yelling at the people who would refuse my blog offer,  I would yell at them, "Man, NOBODY wants world peace, poor kids!  Good little slave!"  You know how I do.  Well, he rushed me all of a sudden.  I side-stepped him and he stumbled missing his punch.  He popped me in the nose a bit and blood gushed out.  I tried real hard not to get any on my shirt.  I was standing there yelling at him with my bloody nose, "What did I do to you?  I'm trying to help everyone!  Don't you want things to change???"  He just kept mumbling fuck you.  He tried to rush me again, but by that time I had remembered I had my trusty marine knife in my pocket, I always have it on me when I fly my sign, exactly for moments like this. 
     I quickly pulled it out and flicked it open.  That made him change his tune and he backed off.   Then I started talking shit to him, "Man, why does everyone always have to fuck with the guy trying to bring world peace?  What kind of drugs are you on?  Shouldn't you be wishing me luck instead of hitting me?"  He was Mexican so I even talked Spanish to him.  I told him how I was Victor Antonio from San Antonio, que yo soy San Antonio."  He just kept mumbling and calling me not a man for having a knife. 
     I calmed down and even told him, still with a bloody nose, "Come on, let's talk about this. I forgive you."  Still holding the knife at him.  He just muttered fuck you some more.  He was all, "But you're yelling at people!"  I told him I had to because they were ignoring me, duh.
     He never got his flat fixed so he started walking away pushing his bike.  When he popped me in the mouth it was right in front of traffic and I was telling everyone to call the cops.  One guy was all saying, "Well, you're the one with the knife."  I told him I had paid sales tax on the knife, that I bought it fair and square.
     Anyway, the tweaker started walking off with his bike, so I started following him, still with my knife raised above my head.  I wasn't about to lose him.  I was hoping to make a spectacle and have the cops there soon like that.  I was following the fucker while he pushed his bike down the street, always staying about thirty feet behind him with my knife brandished.  As I was walking I was pointing the knife at him yelling at people to call the cops, that I had just been assaulted and that the dude was getting away, so please call the cops.  I ended up walking like seven or eight blocks before the boys in blue showed up. 
     They pulled over right next to the tweaker pushing his bike, but they ignored him because I had the knife, even though I was yelling at them not to let him get away.   It was the sergeant, the boss of the cops.  I dropped the knife and quickly went for my wallet and ID and handed it to him.  I also had my letter for police that I had printed out.  I asked him if he would read it and he pretended to, I think because he handed it back real quick.  I told him I was a peace activist and had been all over the country. 
     After hearing my side of the story and seeing my punched nose he asked me if I wanted to have him arrested and I quickly said yes.  Then I thought for a second.  I asked the sergeant, "How long can we draw it out to make him think he's going to jail for?  I just want to scare him real good."  He insisted I make decision and not waste their time,  He then told me that they had lost him anyway, ugh.
     I figured the last thing I needed was to make an enemy in the town I lived in because I didn't plan to stop flying my sign there.  I told the cops to just forget about it.  They said since he had gotten away that the options were pretty slim anyway.   
     I walked all the way back to the restaurant parking lot where my girl was still waiting for me, being none the wiser of what just happened.  A whole hour had passed.  I sat down in the car and told her and then decided to go back out to traffic with my sign, bloody face and all.  No fear. 
     I was kind of hoping the tweaker would show up so I could talk to him, tell him how I chose not to press charges.  I would even offer him some of the weed I just got hooked up with.  I'd try to be the bigger man and smoke a peace pipe with him. 
     I eventually got bored and decided to call it quits.  I amazingly made like forty bucks in the half hour I was out there.  A lot of people accepted my blog too.  I got so many nuggets too.  I had my girl take a couple pictures of me.
     Afterwards I noticed my ID was missing.  I hope I didn't drop it when I grabbed my sign and knife.  I'm going to call the police and see if the sergeant still has it.  Then I can ask him for that signed permission slip that I want. 

7:44pm
     I just called the police station and asked the nice girl, "I am sure there are lots off cctv cameras all around that corner.   Is there any way I can get that footage?  She said there was a form I could fill out to request it.  That would be awesome to have on my blog. 
     So Monday I'm going to go to the cop shop and try and get that footage, as well as my permission slip. 

Next day..