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Wednesday May 30, 2007

     7:13am  I woke up around six or so. Wups, my tapes going to run out.

     8:11am  I am sitting here in front of Don's. This other homebum was there asking for spare change. I went to the realty place next door and scraped a little resin and hit it right there. He got all mad at me, saying, "There's little kids out right now and you're hitting that shit?" Irked, I told him, "Well, do something about it. Call the cops. It's fuckin' weed. Like you don't smoke it." He got all mad bitching about how he had been there seven years. He was saying that I needed to learn. I told him, "I don't have to learn shit. I'm free. I can do whatever I want." I even offered his dumb ass fifty cents. He was all harping about how he had been there seven years and how I had to give respect. I told him, "I'm not disrespecting you. Aww, poor baby. You're a little sensitive because I took a hit right next to you?" He started saying, "I don't want to go to jail!" I told him, "It's my fucking weed, actually, it's my fucking resin. You wouldn't go to jail." Dumbass.

     9:27am  I came to the Endeavor to check my email. See, I had lost my new don Juan book. Last I had it was in Bobbie's truck on the way to Upper Lake. But when I asked her she said it wasn't in there. I can't believe I lost that book. I loved it. That sucks.

     10:11am  Sean, aka Trouble hooked me up with an American Spirit here at the Endeavor. Everybody gets credit, man. Thanks.

     10:35am  I found a random book in the Endeavor called the Management of Time. It says, "We live in an era where rapid change breeds fear, and fear too often congeals into a rigidity that which we mistake for stability."

     12:57pm  I'm bumbed out because I didn't get that mail. I want to leave Arcata already. I'll stay one more day and tell my story. Hopefully I'll get that check tomorrow. It sucks it's taking so long.

     2:34pm  I is hooking me up with a hit of weed. I appreciate it, brother.

     2:52pm  I'm out of papers to give people. I'm going to make some somehow.

     3:21pm  Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you I went across the street to Rick Bailey's and he hooked me up with a couple sheets of blank paper. They're longer than average size, so I'm going to make a shitload of flyers. Oh yeah, on the main page on my site be sure to include somewhere, "I am a non-profit one-man organization."

     4:53pm  I now have a total of two hundred and fifty five flyers.

     5:44pm  Beverly hooked me up with some change so I could get a donut.

     5:55pm  Christian came by and smoked a brother out. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.

     6:02pm  It was awesome, this guy Christian, I think I've gotten into an argument with him before, he smoked me out. Right then this guy walked by and asks me, "Hey, want the rest of this sandwich?" I was spare changing for a donut, but nobody was giving me anything then this guy hooks me up with a half a sandwich! I'm all fueled up and I can tell my story now, cool.

     6:06pm  Guess who I just ran into. Do you guys remember when I was flying my sign on Foster Road in Portland and I got hooked up with that badass purple nugget(4-29-07-7:01pm)? I ran into those kids who had hooked me up with that nugget. Right now we're walking to the plaza and I'm going to tell them my story.

     6:25pm  Eric was nice enough to volunteer me a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     7:01pm  Let me make another update. I might be taking off with these kids. What were your names? Barbara, Jay and Doug. I'm going to take off with them. They're going back North, pausing in Portland. Then they're going to Seattle. They're letting me tag along. Hell yeah.

     8:28pm  Man, some magic happened tonight. I sat down for it felt like hours and wrote out like five hundred more little sheets of paper. After it took me so long to do that, I went out to my alley and started passing them out. Just because I waited that long to go out there, these kids recognized me from Portland! They're the kids who hooked me up with that badass purple nugget that one day on Foster Road and 205. I can't wait to type this shit up. Guess where I am going. I'm going to the East Coast! I'm going back to Portland! I'm going to Missoula, Montana! I got the sweetest ride. Shit, I have to worry about my webpage. Hopefully I'll get the check tomorrow. Everything should be alright with the webpage. I am loving this so much. I am so psyched. It's great. It's going to happen soon! I'm going to the East Coast! Hell yeah, I'm not even going to Texas anymore.

     10:56pm  Great presentation with Jay, Ashley, Barbara and Erin. Awesome presentation. Oh yeah, I'm going to the East Coast! I am so excited. And I just can't hide it. Anyway, Ashley just hooked me up with a big nugget. I appreciate it, Ashley. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     11:21pm  I told them I didn't need to crash at their apartment, that I could go sleep at my squat by the highway. At the last minute I asked Barbara if they would mind picking me up from my spanging alley tomorrow, before they took off North. She said okay. I ended up getting all disoriented walking. All of a sudden I hear someone calling my name. It was this homebum. I just got kicked down with a nugget by Ashley, so I smoked him out. Anyway, since it was a small apartment I told them I didn't need a place to crash. So I'm going to go offer to smoke people out if they buy me a donut.

     11:26pm  I just got hooked up with money so I could buy my donut. How perfect.

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