Portland, OR
Monday July 20, 2009
5:11am I woke up around five with seven
hours of sleep. I feel great. I'm going to Powell today.
5:42am Up and at 'em. I'm going to walk to
the rescue mission on Burnside and see if I can score a shower.
6:01am Rescue mission, my
ass. You have to sleep here to take a shower. Screw that, I don't need a place to
sleep.
The first greedy ass driving the #9 won't give me a courtesy ride. It's all a
number's game.
The second greedy ass told me no too. Third time will be a charm, hopefully.
6:50am Third time was a charm. The nice
driver gave me a courtesy ride. He told me, "Ride at your own risk." I'll take
my chances with the fare inspector. What could they do? Give me a ticket? Sheet,
I'm traveling so I don't give a damn. When I asked the driver for a ride I told
him how my job didn't pay me money, that I worked for free.
7:20pm Here I am, 82nd and Powell.
7:37pm Carrie was nice enough to give me a
cigarette at the corner. I appreciate it, Carrie. Everybody gets credit.
Barry Cooper, Never Get Busted. I'll look that up.
11:22am 664-dwa, this girl was ignoring
the hell out of me! Nobody wants world peace! Thanks for proving me right.
11:37am I am having so much fun. I am
yelling at people hardcore. I am in front of the Carl's Jr. now. Ha, these cops
just pulled up to the light and are watching me talk into my recorder. I hope
they check out my website.
12:02pm I am having so much fun out here
today spreading my word and flying my sign.
I am conducting a study, people. I am doing some research.
12:32pm Not too long ago I got hooked up
with a big ganja cookie. This guy and girl came up to me and said they would
hook me up with a ganja cookie. The dude said, "Oh, you want to get two for
five?" I told him no, maybe if it was real weed. The girl gave me the cookie
regardless.
Jason just came up to me on the corner and asked me if I wanted to make a movie.
I told him, "Yes, document me, please." I don't know. I am going to stick around
until Friday at least.
I usually don't call people ignorant in cars, but fuck it, I have been. I am not
scared.
There's no such thing as bad publicity.
Nobody wants world peace! Everybody is ignoring me no. You all must like war!
You war-mongerers. I was just testing you!
1:37pm Mama Angel just blessed me with a
dollar. I appreciate it, Angel. Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot. Way to live
up to your name.
2:30pm I wrapping up shop today. Another
full day of work.
2:36pm The nice driver gave me a courtesy
ride. I told him I would take my chances with the fare-inspector.
I have twelve dollars total from my sign-flying today. I spent a couple dollars
on burger and ten dollars on weed.
3:21pm About five minutes ago I got to the
Max station.
3:51pm I went to the library and checked
my email. I got a couple good guestbook signatures. I went outside to ask people
for world peace. I got directed to some park with fountains. I overheard these
two guys walking in front of me talking about Texas. I actually met another
fellow San Antonian! We are teaming up on a mission for weed.
trueworldhistory.info
Emmanuel is hooking me up with a cigarette over by the waterfront. I appreciate
it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.
9:00pm I just ran into crazy Jenna from
Berkeley[3-02-09 :
5:52am] in the park. I saw her last in Santa Cruz. I think I'm going to
wander on home already. I've got a loaf of bread for food. Oh yeah, I got weed.
9:32pm Awesome presentation right now with
this beautiful girl. Her boyfriend is deaf and when they walked by I noticed
they were talking in sign language. I quickly signed my name to them and the
girl laughs and tells me she's not deaf. She listened great to me.
Put a link to sacred geometry on my website. Flower of life. Suggested by
another Puertorican. Did I tell you I met a dude from San Antonio earlier? I
hung out with him for a bit and scored some weed.
11:36pm I am crashing out. Oh wait, I
forgot to brush my teeth.
11:38pm All done brushing my teeth. I'm
going to go to bed. It's friggin' hot tonight. I'm going to sleep in my
underwear in my sleeping bag.
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