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                                                                                                                                     Portland, OR

Friday April 6, 2007

     10:07am  What a great night I had last night. I wasn't worried about finding a place to stay at all last night. I walked over to the Star E. Rose. They closed around ten. Emily was there and I told her about my idea for getting them a computer from Free Geek. She wasn't sure about it and I told her, "I am not asking permission. I just want to let you know. I mean, if you guys couldn't use a free computer(which I know firsthand they could), I'll just give it to somebody else. I don't need a computer." Anyway, Karen, this one girl who came over to the house before, I tried telling her my story but she was too drunk that night. Well, last night she appeared at the coffee shop. She came up to me and said, "I'm not drunk now and I want to hear your story." This girl sat down and listened to every single one of my stories. I gave her my whole package. It was awesome. She ended up living in this house closeby and having a Volkswagen bus in her front yard and she said I could sleep in it last night. We went back there and she even had a firepit in the yard! We hung out by the fire for a long time and I crashed in the bus last night. It was awesome. I wonder what's going to happen today.

     12:31pm  I came over to the bus stop in front of the Cricket store and Hot Lips. I told Craig my story. This Irie brother with dreadlocks. He listened to me intently. He's checking my webpage right now on his little Palm Pilot. I need me one of those.

     12:36pm  I forgot his name. Oh yeah, I recorded his name. I had an awesome presentation with that guy. After I was done he even told me, "I know you can do it, because you are doing it." I told him my name ain't Victor for nuthin'.

     12:45pm  Joe hooked me up with a cigarette in front of Hot Lips. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     12:58pm  The greedy ass driving the 72 didn't give me a ride.

                      No ride again.

     1:11pm  The next greedy ass driving the 72 won't let me on either. Oh well, I guess I have to fly my sign here more. Darn, hehe. I'll just fly my sign until I get a courtesy ride. That's what I'll do. He who knocks persistently ends by entering.

                    I've got work to do. Man, nobody wants world peace.

     1:29pm  The 72 driver hooked me up with a ride finally. It's all a number's game. It was like my third or fourth try. Ask and thou shall receive. The rules never change. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

                     I got off at Glisan. The Pizza Hut didn't have any mistakes. The last bus driver hooked me up with a transfer for the cause.

     2:24pm  I got off the bus close to Chris's brother's house. Close to Woodstock. I told the driver how I needed a new tennis ball for my stick and if he knew where there any tennis courts nearby. He told me there was a high school he went past, behind the Eastmark movie theaters. He dropped me off and I walked to it. Guess what it's called. John Marshall High School. Dude, I graduated from John Marshall High School in San Antonio. That's weird. I bet you ten bucks I'm going to find tennis balls here, hehe.

     2:37pm  I just scored three tennis balls! Hell yeah, my stick was dying. On the other side of the tennis court fence, in the movie theater parking lot is where I scored the balls. Someone could totally crash behind those bushes. It's quite concealed. I might crash there tonight, hehe. Cool, I can stay over here by 82nd and Powell all day long. I'll probably go back to Alberta and hang out at the coffee shop.

     3:22pm  I'm done flying my sign at Powell for the day. I'm going to ride the bus to Alberta and tell my story there.

     3:57pm  David hooked me up with a cigarette at the bus stop at 82nd and Powell. He let me hit his pipe too. I appreciate it, brother. They didn't call them peace pipes for nothing!

     4:10pm  I'm not wearing my Fuck Bush shirt. I'm wearing my Make It Happen shirt. I show the cars the WORLD PEACE THROUGH MARIJUANA side first, I flip over the sign for havethisbook.com, then I drop the sign and let them read Make It Happen as I point to it. I get the biggest smiles. People laugh with joy.

     4:39pm  I had a good presentation with these two black dudes who just walked by.

     4:53pm  I jumped on the 72. I told the driver, "My transfer is expired," and he just said, "Talk the the fair-inspector," and waved me on. Okay, I'll take my chances, hehe.

     4:59pm  I just got dropped off at 33rd and Killingworth in front of Hot Lips Pizza, where I was this morning.

                    I don't know if I mentioned it, but I went to the Alberta House earlier to check my email. A huge evolution has happened at the house once all the people who weren't paying rent moved out. They got a new roommate, they got a new dog and it's all cleaned up and different. I went inside and looked around and told them, "Isn't change fun?"

     6:09pm  I came back to the Alberta House and checked my email. I am telling Turtle my story here on the front porch. I got to the part in my story where I show him my picture in Berkeley. He told me he's seen me before. Whoa, I'm everywhere, man. I am everywhere.

     6:35pm  I walked down Alberta to Vida Cafe and what was your name, again? Lisa was nice enough to give me a cigarette. I appreciate it, Lisa. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

                     The ignorance is thick on Alberta tonight in front of the coffee shop. Nobody's stopping to listen. Damn the ignorance in this world.

     8:33pm  I walked by the Clown House. I walked past it and I heard some girl yelling, "Free-range hotdogs!" I thought oh shit, these hippies are giving out free food. I walked back and asked them, "Hey, do you have a hotdog I could have?" Then dumbass back there said, "Yeah, do we have any bum-dogs for the bums?" Fucking hippiecrites. I told that dude, "You shouldn't be so quick to judge." Fuck those hippies. Fuck the Clown House. They're evil, man. Hippiecrites.

     8:43pm  Check out wildpoets.com. Suggested by Naomi in front of La Bonita.

     8:52pm  Great presentation with this guy named Chris.

     9:24pm  I had an awesome presentation in front of La Bonita. I really wish these guys would offer me a burrito. I am really hungry. I haven't eaten all day. Please Love, feed my belly.

     9:35pm  Tiffany, in front of Halibuts, she gave me a couple cigarettes. I appreciate it.

     10:43pm  I just had a great presentation with Rachel. At the end I asked her, "Don't suppose you could spare any food? I haven't eaten all day." She's getting me hooked up at this bar here. Kim is hooking me up at the bar. Mash Tun Brewpub.

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