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 6:16am

     Okay I woke up about half an hour ago.  I looked and I had a voicemail I missed last night from the sergeant.  He said, "Victor, this is the sergeant with the police department.  Hey, I thought I handed your ID back when we were out there on Main Street, but I'm going to take a look at my body cam video and see exactly what happened.  I'll have to take a look at that in the morning, and then we'll call and let you know.  Alright, bye bye."

      Awesome!  The message came from "anonymous" with no return number, so I can't text him or anything.  I wish I could.

     The nice sergeant took a picture of my bloody face(which I also want to see if I can get a copy of for this chapter).  

    The tweaker had grabbed my Bubba Mug and threw it in the street where it got run over, so after I walked back and explained it all to my girl I said, "We're going to Walmart to get a new one."  So we drove to Walmart.  They didn't sell the same type of mug I had before, so I bought a different one.  I went up to the cashiers and went to a self checkout with my new mug.  Stupid me, I guess I was still high or something, I put my ATM card where the dollar bills go in.  Duh.  It sucked it in and I notified someone working there.  

     While we were waiting for the manager I tried offering the employee who was working my free blog, but she automatically denied it telling me, "I don't accept anything from anybody."  She walked off and when she came back into earshot again I asked her, "What exactly are you afraid of?"  She totally ignored me, hehe.

     The manager showed up and opened the register and returned my card.  I asked her how often this happens and she told me about once a week.  The slot for the money shouldn't be the exact same size as an ATM card turned lengthwise.  Bad design.

     We were going to eat at some Pho place next to the Walmart, but I remembered I had lost or the police kept my ID and I wanted to go back to where they confronted me and look around.  I remembered they had put my sign and knife on top of some red drainage pipes, but I wasn't exactly sure.   I thought we were getting close when we got to a different Chinese retaurant that we usually frequent.  I parked the car and told my girl I would be right back.  I walked past the restaurant scanning up ahead to see if I could spot those red drainpipes.  I ended up walking almost a whole mile, but didn't see the pipes anywhere.  I gave up and started walking the opposite direction.

     I kept looking behind me to see if a bus was coming.  When I walked to the next bus stop there was some dude waiting there.  I asked him when the next bus was due and he told me just a couple of minutes more.  This guy seemed obviously gay or trans.  I was pretty sure it was a dude because he had chin-stubble.  I thanked him and handed him one of my blog papers and smiled at him.  He smiled back and volunteered me a card of his own.  

     

     When the bus came everyone got on first and I asked the driver if she could give me a courtesy ride to the Chinese restaurant about half a mile way.  She said sure thing and let me hop on!  How perfect!  She let me off right in front of the restaurant.  

      I guess I'll call the police in the morning and see if they can locate it.  

     What an exciting day!  I can't wait to type it up!

Next day..