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Driving to San Antonio!

Wednesday September 27, 2023 

6:17pm  Today is Wednesday.  I just had a huge scare.  I had taken a nap on the top bunk and wasn't sure where it went.  I finally found it in my backpack.  Edgar prayed to Saint Anthony for me.  Edgar: "Anthony, Anthony, look around.  Something's lost and can't be found.  Anthony, help me."  Let me tell you what's happened.  I am almost in Texas, people!  We passed Las Cruces not too long ago.   I am going to suprise my mom!  Right before I knock on her door I will text her and tell her I am still in Modesto, ha!  

        Last night I was just standing there exposing my shirt and passing out my blog.  I had made a little sign that said TX.  I made friends with one of the regulars there.  I might've given him a shirt, but he said he could score me a free shower!  Sure enough, he came back with a code and told me the shower room.  Excited I was going to get clean after nine days I went to the door and the code didn't work.  I lucked out because the nice Mexican cleaner lady opened the door for me.  I went and took such a thorough shower and got to repack all of my stuff and make sure I still had everything.  I scored soooo much free food yesterday.  Rootie gave me tons of stuff from their breakroom fridge.  Even two ziploc bags of dates!  She even heated me up a tv dinner!  
        Anyway, like maybe ten minutes after I get out of the shower and am outside smoking up walks another Edgar.  He looks at me and asks me where I was from.  I told him I was born in Puerto Rico and grew up in San Antonio.  Shocked, he was all, "You can't do this to me, I am Puertorican!"  He really wanted to help me out, but he knew his wife wouldn't approve!  He's going to go against his wife's wishes and is going to give me a courtesy ride ALL THE WAY TO SAN ANTONIO!

11:36am

6:57pm  I just took a picture of Stormy and Isabella, a beautiful Pitbull with a pretty pink spiked collar. 

 

9:58pm  We had a time change.  What's going on.  I'll type it all up,  Anyway, I am sitting here at the truck stop in Fort Stockton.  I am talking to Edgar about my Sonoma living.  He asked me what my address was and it just happens to be the last four digits as his in Victorville!  What a great accident.  Just more confirmation that we are both on the right track.   

Next day..