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                                                                                                             Charleston, WV

Saturday June 7, 2008

                   I'm not sure what time it is, but I just woke up. I got to sleep with Amanda last night! We made love last night. I don't know if I love her yet. We were going at it and I stopped for a second and told her, "I have some concerns." I explained about my whole Herpes scare in Missouri last year and I even told her how I slept with Jayme not too long ago and she has HPV. To my surprise and delight she said, "You know what, I already got it." She's already got Herpes. That's so crazy. Everybody has it. She's only had one outbreak five years ago. What a big weight that has been lifted off of my shoulders. We really got at it last night. Seems like I got another beautiful nymph.
                  
     8:22am  Me and my beautiful Amanda, we're walking to the capitol.

     8:45am  We stopped at the Booker T. Washington monument. I'll look up his mission on the internet. Man, I wish I had a camera so bad.

     4:04pm  Amanda and I, what's happened? We came home and we were tired, so we took a nap. All of a sudden Christine called and what happened with that? Amanda: "Here, I can tell it better." Basically Christine told me that allowing someone that I didn't know into my home and allowing him to stay here was selfish. Explain that, I don't even know. Following which I called my mom and she told me that for the crimes I've supposedly committed of being selfish and harboring a whatever, that I am going to be placed in a mental institution and Victor will be going to jail. However, we have done nothing wrong, therefore there's really nothing they can do about it. How do you like them apples? Have a good day. Buh-bye."

     5:19pm  I have to make an update. We are waiting for Amanda's mom to come with cops. We walked to the store and bought some cigarettes. Let's see if they actually come. I have nothing to hide. Everything that's happening is great. I might've found my traveling partner. She's ready to break free with me. I have even talked about taking her to San Antonio to meet my mom. My mom already talked to her on the phone. They like each other. It's awesome. I can't wait. Oh yeah, and right before we had sex I told her about my Herpes scare. She told me she already had it. Whoa, crazy. Everything seems to be going perfect.

     6:11pm  Man, I am having a great time with Amanda. She's preparing to break free with me. We are all brainstorming. She's having some tribulations with her parents. They're stuck and scared like the whole coast. I've said it before that I have come to learn that this isn't the Ignorant Coast, but more like the Scared Coast. Everybody is petrified here. Amanda is reading me this poem right now. What's it called? You're a Real Angel. Amanda: "Some people are angels without any wings who spread joy around and do wonderful things. If an angel is someone who is filled with love, it's a gift that they constantly share. If an angel is someone who looks out for others and gives them a nudge here or there. If an angel is someone who touches your life with a love...can't understand the rest. Look it up on the web."

     8:08pm  Amanda's parents actually showed up with cops. Her dad stayed downstairs and the cop knocked on the door. She answered it and the cop told her he had a mental warrant and that he had to go with them. Amanda was all, "If I go they'll lock me up!" The cop assured her he wasn't taking her to jail and she went with them. I was still tired and I was going to take a nap. At first I gathered my things, then I asked Amanda if I could stay and take a nap. She said, "I guess so. It's still my apartment, after all." I was sure to get her cellphone before she left.

     8:37pm  Her parents came back after I got like half an hour of sleep on the floor. I'm so stupid. I should never have opened the door when they knocked. They didn't have cops with them. I opened the door half-asleep and her dad was all, "You have to go." I gathered my things. See, Amanda had leant me her digital camera which I was able to check if my memory card still had my pictures on it and it did. Anyway, assuming I would be reunited with Amanda soon, I took the camera out of my beltcase and volunteered it to her father, telling him to make sure she got it. Because I remember Amanda being very vehement that I not keep her camera when she let me borrow it. Dude, but I totally could be taking pictures of Charleston right now. I'm so stupid for giving it to her dad. Argh. I walked all the way to Slack Plaza, the transit mall.

     8:47pm  I'm already at the transit mall and I've been trying to call Amanda's cellphone. It doesn't ring and the message recorder starts, but her mailbox is full.

     9:23pm  I hung out with these people. I crossed the street and over by the restroom I saw some dudes with a guitar and noticed they were playing Weezer! Pre-sellout Weezer! I just finished telling them my Odyssey and they gave me cigarettes in the end. I appreciate it, guys. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     10:58pm  I went back to the transit mall and tried calling Amanda some more. Her phone is still not compliant. Probably her parents messed it up for me. I am really worried about her. I left some stuff at her apartment. My dirty laundry. Two of my shirts. My classic WPTMJ one and one of my new ones. They were both dirty. Also, like give pairs of dirty socks too. Oh yeah, I told this guy and girl my story at the transit mall and in the end I asked them if they had any food. They brought me over to Bellacino's Pizza and Grinder and they got me a pizza sub. I'm going to walk to this shelter that's still open, I think.
                     
     11:04pm  It was Ashley and boyfriend Joseph who hooked me up at Bellacino's. I appreciate it, guys.

                     Be sure to check out www.anomalies-unlimited.com, suggested by Ashley.

     11:25pm  I was directed to the Charleston Men's Emergency Shelter. Let's see if I can crash here.

Next day..

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