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                                                                                                             Missoula, MT

Wednesday September 23, 2009

     7:15am  Up and at 'em. I woke up around six with seven hours of sleep. The itching hasn't totally gone away, but it's a lot better. I wish I had another tube of that lotion.

     8:14am  I haven't been too descriptive lately. I was walking towards the Poverello and I realized that I should probably wash all of my clothes and my sleeping bag and stuff to be sure to kill all of the scabies. I came up around 7:30 hoping there would be nobody in line that earlier. I was wrong. Will, this cool dude who I know from the Poverello was here. That's okay, I'll take second place, I don't mind. I'll still get my stuff washed. Will: "Second place is the first loser!"

                     I took pictures oh the front of the Salcido Center.  My new stick.

     11:09am  Finishing up at the Salvation Army.

     12:41pm  After eating at the Poverello I came to the drop-in center, The Salcido Center.
                    
                     Try and download The Spaceships of Ezekiel, by Joseph Blumrich.                     

                     "The universe is not only queerer that we imagine, it is queerer than we can imagine." - Haldane

     8:20pm  I just got busted by the cops at my camp at the beach, 86ed. They didn't give me a ticket or anything and actually thanked me for being cooperative. When they busted me I told them, "Man, I've been camping here since the 5th." I'm packing up and I guess I am sleeping somewhere else tonight.

                   Police

     8:46pm  I decided I'd just go hang out at the Holiday gas station and try and tell people my story. Oh shit, I left my one-hitter at my camp. I'm already walking over Higgins Bridge. I'm going to go back to where I can't camp anymore and see if I can find it. Shit, the cops are still there talking to Raven.

                   I walked right by the cops and told them I had forgotten something and they didn't care. I found my one-hitter.

                   Black dude named Curtis at the Holiday. Good listener.

     10:52pm  This girl Reggie said she would be back and let me crash at her boyfriend's house tonight. She said she would be back around twelve. Let's see. Sweet. This is my last night in town. This one lady right now I tried giving my website to refused it telling me she didn't have the time. I told her when she got the chance, but she still wouldn't take it. I flat out asked her, "Damn, have you always been that ignorant. I was just testing you. Good little slave."

                     Robert Dixson, the guy who got thrown off the bridge, remember that. He gave me directions to a squat they call The Bunker.

     11:25pm  Jay was nice enough to give me a cigarette in front of the Holiday. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.

     12:06am  I am giving up on Reggie. Talk is so cheap. I'm going to try and find this Bunker place. I'll walk Broadway and take a left. Other homebums will be there.

     1:09am  I'm going to bed. I didn't find this Bunker place, but I found another concealed spot right next to the river. I'll take pictures in the morning if I remember.

Next day..