Berkeley, CA
Friday August 8, 2003
7:44am I got smoked out again behind the apartments I got smoked out at last time. This dude I know off Telegraph smoked me out. I don't remember his name. Hehe, Telegraph Avenue is like my big house. I've got a huge family here which I interact with every day. They are like my brothers and sisters. Really. The laundromat is my bedroom where I sleep, the church is my kitchen every morning. UC Berkeley is my computer room. This place is just awesome. Everything is here. There are many names, but the motives stay the same. My actions are a means to an end.
8:00am I'm standing out here in front of the church waiting for breakfast. I got all stoned. I saw this dude riding a bike around. It was a nice bike. You could tell he wasn't homeless or anything. He looked all lame riding his bike around the church grounds looking for friends among the homeless. At first I thought he was just cutting through the church, but then I saw him just circling the crowd. He stopped and sparked up a cigarette. I asked him if he could spare one, but it didn't seem like he heard me. So, I asked him again. I must've been mumbling from being all stoned. This guy raises his voice at me all of a sudden and says, "If you're going to talk to me, don't just fucking mumble." This dude was acting like he was my parent and scolding me or something. I told him I didn't think he heard me the first time I asked and just walked away. Then I overhear him talking to these other homeless people. He was asking about their bikes and saying, "You should bring it by sometime. I want to see what kind of piece of shit you have." Man, you could almost wade through all the shit he was spewing. They were all just bragging-stories which I seriously doubt were true at all. This guy was just a big, rolling sympathy plea with some serious issues. It doesn't take a PHD to diagnose this dude. Poor guy.
9:21am Bowie's back. Welcome back.
9:37am Eric was nice enough to hook me up with a Galioses rolly.
10:00am Man, I had this really cool conversation with this older lady. Oh yeah, today is August 8th!
10:24am Man, with all these email addresses I am getting, I am slowly building an army. Awesome.
10:47am Sarah hooked me up with a cigarette.
12:02pm Ross gave me a cigarette. That's very generous of you, Ross.
1:26pm I finally decided to head back to the school to type up my stuff. I walked past Jesse, Bowie's partner. I was going to go into the Mario's Mexican Restaurant to refill my water bottle. I had my sign with me and some guy over by the cashier saw my sign and told me to sit down and talk to him. He's got hearing problems, so he hasn't been listening much. He is giving me some good Google bait to look up. He told me to search for "The Little Free Press" from Minnesota. I've got names. It'll all be up on my webpage. His name was Bob and he hooked me up with some tortilla chips and gave me a couple cigarettes.
1:35pm Bob just offered to buy me a pack of tobacco and he's going to.
3:57pm Brian hooked me up with a cigarette. Thanks, brother.
4:20pm Shauna just hooked me up with a cigarette. Thank you, Shauna.
5:54pm I had a great conversation with Spirit.
6:15pm I'm out flying my sign some more and my whole have-you-always-been-that-ignorant line is working like a charm. I'm reeling them in like crazy.
6:45pm Winsome from Dallas, TX was generous enough to give me a dollar.
6:47pm I reeled another one in. That Winsome lady with my ignorant line.
6:51pm There's a big parade of bikes going down Telegraph. Awesome.
6:57pm Lluvia was generous enough to give me a cigarette. Thank you, Lluvia.
8:05pm Sky just hooked me up with a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother.
9:30pm Shorty just hooked me up with a cigarette. Badass, Shorty.
9:48pm I am sitting here in front of Sproul Hall waiting for pizza(Hate Camp). I'm just walking around the courtyard and in the middle it has a badass inscription. It says, "This soil and the airspace extending above it shall not be a part of any nation and shall not be subject to any entity's jurisdiction." Wow, hell yeah.
This old dude Mark is telling me about some church in Gloucester, MA. He said they have this gigantic church, some guy's art project and they have a big forgiveness there.
Wow! Something cool has happened on August 8th! I went down to Blake's after pizza and ran into Thad, the hacker guy(8-3-03, 9:32am)! Before he had told me that he could make me a webpage soon. Shit, he even told me that he could make stuff pop up on people's computers with my stuff on it. When he saw me, he told me, "I didn't want you to think I spazzed out on you. I was all pissed that I couldn't find you again." He had told me he had already started on some of my shit. Turns out that he made the popular mistake of thinking my email address was rightproject, not rightprotect. He's going to help me.
He took me up inside Blake's and bought me a rum and coke. And he's going to let me crash at his apartment because he wants to do a little fine tuning. He's going to help me! Badass.
From Blake's we took off walking through the college. At first, I thought he lived in a dorm room or something, but that was just a shortcut to Shattuck. On the way to his apartments, we passed by this computer gaming place called Eudemonia where they play Magic the Gathering and stuff. Thad's a big Magic geek so he got sucked in. He told me he might be anywhere from half an hour to an hour. He also said he needed to get cigarettes. I told him, "I'll fly if you buy." He was down with that. He gave me a twenty dollar bill and told me, "I don't know what it is about you, but I trust you." I told him he had absolutely nothing to worry about.
12:05am Right now I am on a mission to go find some cigarettes. I don't know what's open. I'm in Babylonia late at night. I'm going to go buy some cigarettes. Some Camel Wides(per my suggestion).
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