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                                                                                                              San Antonio, TX

Friday June 22, 2007

     11:12am  I just got a courtesy ride to the Walmart on the 608. Mr. Arriaga. He told me, "Just this time." I woke up around nine and chilled on the computer. My mom gave me a five dollar bill for "busfare." I'm going to try and score me some Mary Jane. I am wearing my Fuck Bush shirt today. I didn't tell you, somebody emailed me and told me that they saw me on The Riverwalk. Check it out:

From: a l y s s a
http://www.myspace.com/myonlyfriendthe_end
Date: 20 Jun 2007, 09:23 PM
Subject: Howdy
Body: I read a little bit from your website. But ran into your myspace page. I would like to hear more of your ideas.
I walked passed you in San Antonio...down on the river walk area. I thought that was pretty cool. Your random website on a sign and pleasant smile arose much curiosity in me. I was telling my b/f who i was with at the time that i wanted to check out that site,a nd mentioned that exact words " those are the types of people you should always pay attention to."

Any way just wanted to say Hello. Are you from San Antonio or anywhere in Texas? I'm from oregon and just reently came to visit and get away, and wanted a change of setting.

--Alyssa


     11:29am  Got to the Walmart on the 608. The 606 guy wouldn't give me a ride, but the 88 guy did. Mr. Estrello.

     12:06pm  Long ride downtown. To kill time I am forming my dreadlocks. I love the one with the bell on it. Beautiful Morgan Stormy put it in my dread in Santa Rosa. She MySpaced me the other day. Check it out:

From: Muff.
http://www.myspace.com/morganstormy
Date: 20 Jun 2007, 03:34 PM
Subject: where aer you now?
Body: do you remember me? and if you do, don't you miss me? i miss you and send many blessings your way! how were the brownies??? love morgan stormy


                    I told her she should come to San Antonio and take off with me to the East Coast when I go. Wishful thinking. Let me see if there is anyone on the bus I can tell my story to.

     2:19pm  Allie Franzen in Travis Park: "The only thing to plan, are for things never to go as planned."

     4:38pm  I had a good time in the park. No one had any weed, so I started walking to the Salvation Army, which I rather not do. I asked this white dude with tattoos on his arm and he walked to the park and got me three joints for five dollars. I emptied them out into my little bottle. Oh yeah, I got some free food from Saint Mark's. Then this beautiful fairy girl Allie recognized me(5-5-04-10:15am). She asked me if my name was Victor. I was in mid-presentation with this black dude who was in a suit. I gave him my website and quickly gave Allie a warm embrace. She's awake. She's just beautiful. I hung out with her for a long time. Around four thirty or so I started hitting drivers up for a transfer/ride. I even asked Mrs. Robbins(4-16-03, 11-27-04)! She knew I was kidding and laughed too. Finally 6431 gave me a ride on the 92.
                  
     6:54pm  Holyfuckingshit! I just got home. See, before I left this morning I put my Fuck Bush shirt on inside out because I knew my mom would trip. I just got home and I forgot I was wearing it and she saw it. She got all mad. She was all, "Oh, that word. And it's about our president." Shocked, I asked her, "You're pro-Bush, mom?!" She said yes! I could not believe it. Damn the ignorance in this world.

                   Man, today everybody read my shirt at Travis Park. I got complimented all day about it. Ugh, my mom had Time Warner come out and hook up her new widescreen TV(which she's never going to use). They also hooked up the wireless gateway so she could get online on her laptop. That sucks so much that she feels so powerful with all her new toys.
                   I had good presentations all day in the park. I ran into a pixie named Allie. At the hospital the cool Mexican dude driving the 522 gave me a transfer. When the 606 came I asked for a courtesy ride for old time's sake and psyched him out with my transfer when he told me no. I rode the bus to the Citgo down the street from my mom's. It was raining hard. The 608, the new bus that goes down my mom's street pulled up and the driver saw me running for the bus in the downpour and stopped her bus for me. Nice Melissa. I gave her my website. Ugh, I can't believe my mom is pro-Bush. What a good little slave.

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