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Salem to Portland, OR

Friday July 17, 2009

    7:34am  I just woke up. Last night was crazy. Mark went nuts. He started throwing shit around the house and punching holes in the wall. I wanted to leave so bad. I was even thinking about getting a police escort so I could get all my bags out. Mark totally flipped out.

    10:20am  I am all packed up and ready to go. Toni had gotten her car fixed and she's going to take me to the ROCC. I wanted to go fly my sign at Mission Street again, but I might not. I'm going to take off to Portland.

                    Workstation

    12:19pm  I was making a sniperat and Patrick called me over and gave me a couple Camel Wides! I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.

                    I gave Toni a shirt

                    Listeners

    1:25pm  Karla was nice enough to give Eric a cigarette. He appreciates it, everybody gets credit.

                  Listener
                 
    2:29pm  Another Victor hooked me up with a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit. I'm on the corner at Liberty flying my sign. I am telling beautiful Kim my story, the redhead.

                  Listeners

                  Beautiful Cody and Amanda just listened to my story right now. She volunteered me a quarter so I could buy a cigarette. I appreciate it.

    3:31pm  Aaron is hooking me up at the Quizno's with a soup. A couple of weeks ago Adam hooked me up too when I first got into town. I am taking off today.

    3:43pm  I just got hooked up with a soup again. I haven't seen Adam working there again. I put ice in my bag too. When I was leaving Aaron asked me, "What are you walking for?" I told him, "You saw my shirt, right?" I gave him my website.

                  Sweet! I just scored a courtesy ride on the 101x, all the way to Wilsonville. I thought I was going to thumb it on the highway at first. It was funny, when I got on and asked the driver for a courtesy ride he shook his head and told me, "I'm not supposed to give people rides." I shot back with, "Come on, don't you know we're all connected?" He waved me on real quick. Sweet, ask and thou shall receive. Some rules never change. Goodbye Salem, you've been good to me.

                  See, at first I thought I would catch the 17 to Market and I5 and thumb it. I thought I would tell my story to someone at the park, since I was able to manifest resin hits from my pipe yesterday. Great presentation with some beautiful girls in the park. A lot of people listened to me. I took pictures. Also at the ROCC I updated my website again, all the way to June 30.

                  Oh yeah, I found out that Wilsonville is only fifteen miles from Portland. Hell yeah, I just might walk to Portland.

    5:09pm  I am in Wilsonville, at the transfer center. We passed a gas station before we got here and I'm walking back to it to try and get a ride.

    5:31pm  I thought I would ask for a courtesy ride at the transfer center, but I changed my mind. I'm going to walk to an onramp and spread the word and get a ride.

    5:36pm  Walked Barber Street and turning left on Boones Ferry Road.

                  Money is an evil byproduct of the Industrial Revolution which is a thing of the past.

    6:10pm  I walked all the way down Ferry Road to the next exit, 236. There's a Chevron but I have to walk all the way around the fence to get to it. I'm going to go check for snipes and then try to get a ride to Portland today. I'll expose my shirt at the gas station and I'm sure somebody will give me a ride.

                  There weren't any snipes at the gas station, but behind it I spied a Garlic Onion Restaurant with a night club. I was positive they have ashtrays there and I found a good one. The smoker's outpost was filled with water though. Now I'm going back to onramp and thumb it.

    6:34pm  On the onramp. I'm going to fly my DO UNTO OTHERS sign.

    7:32pm  I came back to the Chevron about five minutes ago.

    7:46pm  In no-time, I had walked to the onramp and got bored after an hour or so. I came back to the gas station and ate an apple. All of a sudden Chris pulled up and walked in and saw my shirt. He smiled and I gave him the peace sign. He gives it back. He's going to give me a ride to Portland! Well, to 205, I've been there before. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.

    8:20pm  Hell yeah, I got an awesome ride here to 205. I'm waiting for the 4 bus here. 205 and Division Street. Chris loved my shirt. I wasn't able to tell him my whole story. At first he interrupted a bit, but then I entranced him and he listened good. When he dropped me off I asked him, "Hey, can I tell you something else? It's not nearly as long and kind of funny." I told him the note from the rich and he was cracking up at the whole thing.

    8:33pm  Here comes the bus. Hopefully I'll get a courtesy ride.

                  The greedy ass driving the bus won't give me a ride. Man, nobody wants world peace! Damn, don't you know we're all connected?

    8:46pm  The next driver let me on, nice guy. Everybody gets credit. I'm going downtown.

    8:49pm  When I first got on the bus I put my big pack next to the front wheel well. The driver told me to move. Then this dumbass white guy wearing a Superman shirt, he told me, "You want me to move?" I told him, "It would be nice if you want to." The dickhead said, "Well, I'm not going to." The whole bus started laughing. What a dumbass.

    9:16pm  Downtown Portland. I am thinking about just walking and finding my spot. Davis Street, I think, right by the highway. I'll crash out for the night.

    10:06pm  Hell yeah, right now I had an awesome presentation with these two kids on the Burnside bridge. Right in the middle of it this older lady walked by and told me, "Hey, I saw you in Ashland! I checked out your website." Twinka is her name. I just got recognized in the middle of my story, sweet!

    10:35pm  Beautiful Rainbow was nice enough to roll me a cigarette. I appreciate it, sister. Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot. In front of this bar called Velour.

    10:53pm  I should make an update already. I walked in front of Velour and asked this guy outside where Davis Street was. I should've known it was a bar. I hit him up for my story, but he wasn't going to listen even though he agreed to. He all cut in with, "Here's a thirty second side story." He told me he was a teacher too, what a joke. His friends came out and Rainbow had a cute dog and she rolled me a cigarette. I didn't tell them the rest of my story. It's all on the website anyway.

                    I walked down Davis Street, but I guess I walked the wrong way. I'm doubling back now.

    11:11pm  About five minutes ago I got to my camp. No trespassing, ha! There's something about the forbidden that makes it strangely desirable. Fuck the system. I don't mind getting tickets. I'm collecting them, remember? I'm going to call Natalie tomorrow, this number I got from Aaron in Somes Bar. Tomorrow I'll go do my thing on 82nd and Powell and manifest some marijuana. See, I hung out at Pioneer Plaza when I first got here. I pulled out my smoke a brother out sign hoping somebody would follow it. I want to get stoned. There was this dude on the corner asking people for spare change for a sack of weed. I went up to him and asked him if he knew where to get a sack of weed. He told me no, than in all reality he was trying to get a bag of crack. He told me to go to Burnside Bridge for weed. I met some homebums there and one of them gave me a wrap, a burrito, so I got dinner. I ate that.

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