Missoula, MT
Saturday September 12, 2009
8:00am I woke up around six thirty this morning with six hours of sleep. My recorder fucked up again. I thought it was dead, but it must be the batteries.
Today is Hemp Fest!
8:18am All packed up and leaving.
Listeners
Last night John was all moved by my story. He asked me if I had ever loved anybody. I told him about how I was with Chasity for four years. He's paranoid about losing his girlfriend.
Hemp Fest starting up
12:13pm I should make an update. I went to go eat lunch at Poverello. I've got my bag stashed at the Salcido Center in their locker area which they open at the top of each hour, so I don't have to haul it around at Hempfest.
12:35pm See, earlier I jumped over the orange fence they had set up and walked around Hempfest. It had just started and it was still early so not that many people were there. I did a lap and just jumped back over the fence. Well, it's picked up some and I tried to jump the fence again, but this time the good little hempfest slaves told me I had to pay. Man, nobody wants world peace! Also I heard announcements telling people to be sure to buy and leave with some hemp item today. There's always a plug. You gotta pay, you gotta pay.
Oh yeah, earlier I saw a van parked under the Higgins bridge hauling a trailer marked with http://prop1.org/. That site seemed really familiar and I think I've had emails with a person running it. I saw this dude about my age with a Gilligan style hat like mine. He saw me and read my shirt and I walked over to him. I offered him my website and told him I had a story to tell him if he was down to listen. First, he asked me if I wanted to smoke. Coincidentally he used a cigarette pinch hitter too, the fake cigarette like I always have. I pulled mine out and he let me pinch a hit out of his little container. Good weed too. I asked him if we could walk further away from the music for my story and he said sure. We walked into this field and stopped in the shade. He pulled out a camera and recorded my story. I only got to "they didn't call them peace pipes for nothing" part and he stopped recording and started walking back to his van. I was rightly frustrated, I hadn't told him exactly what I was doing yet. He eventually came up to me and asked me to continue. But, he's still brainwashed into thinking that change can come from the government. He was telling me about the thousand of people who showed up for some march and I reminded him that protests don't offer answers. I hope I gave him a lot to think about. Anyway, we even threw my Frisbee around for a while. T came by and he played frisbee too.
3:41pm I haven't been making too many updates. I am having a fun time at Hempfest. See, they wouldn't let me into Hempfest for free, so I came to an entrance by the parking lot and started asking for spare change for my ticket. "It's a good cause," I'd tell them. This young couple walked up to me and asked me if I could buy them some alcohol. I left my bags there with them watching and walked all the way to The Oxford bar with their twenty dollar bill. I bought them a bottle of vodka for ten bucks and then hiked all the way back. Luckily, they and my bags were still there. They thanked me a lot and gave me a five dollar bill. Cool, I'm in!
4:52pm I am leaving Hempfest. I'm aiming for the Salcido Center to get my bags and then go eat lunch at five thirty.
More Hemp Fest pictures
6:20pm I finished up at Poverello and I'm walking back to the Hempfest with T. I got some ice water in my bag. It sucks that I have to haul all my bags into Hempfest.
7:07pm Peter is hooking me up with a cigarette at Reefer Beach. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.
Sweet, Peter even hooked me up with some weed! Hell yeah! Thank you, Peter. Way to support the cause.
8:03pm I'm talking with Troy who is riding with Jay, the prop1 guy. Troy: "One of the writers of Greece was named Hiparcus. This is the root of "hippie." Hiparcus went from city to city in Greece and did very strange things to wake people out of their slumber. There's always going to be a rooster out there crowing for people to wake up."
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