Friday September 29, 2023
8:31am I woke up about 10 minutes ago. I came out to the backyard. I started peeing in a jug, because I don't want to have to go to the bathroom when I pee. I feel pretty well rested. Today is a typing day.I am not going to walk. I got a lot of exercise yesterday.
10:26am My good friend Edgar who brought me here. He might be able to give me a ride back. I just wanted to get my pictures and get out of here. Dude, it rocks. He dropped me off right at my mom's house. Well, three houses away. Just like that. He's got a load to Massachussets and when we are supposed to coordinate for my return trip to California, very soon! BUT, the number I have for him isn't working. Says it's unallocated. I might've saved his number wrong. That sucks! He's my ticket back. When I came in I gave my mom a big hug and kiss. I went, alright, time to get my mission box.
She said she had left the garage unlocked for like six months in case I were to just show up, get my pictures and leave. I opened the garage, saw my box and stupid-me shut the garage and accidentally locked the door. Then my mom, not surprisingly, can't find the key for it. I got all depressed and started calling up locksmiths. They were all telling me at least a hundred dollars to open it. I finally found somebody to do it for sixty bucks, my mom gave me forty and I had twenty from Edgar. The locksmith came in like twenty minutes and opened the door! Argh, I have SO MUCH stuff in that box, so much history. It would not have made sense to have my mom look through it and mail me stuff, I am so glad I came in person. Then today, I am trying to get my mom's computer to work. It's all fucked up. I was actually able to get a flat screen monitor to work, but it wouldn't boot up. The only operating system I have is a pirated copy of XP from a long time ago. My mom woke up and I started tidying up the kitchen a little bit. So no my mom's awake and I am wondering what I am going to do. I did all my laundry last night and took a shower. I want to walk into town, but my feet still kind of hurt. I should just lay low for the day. I wonder if there will be any conflicts, like my nephew is going to stop by or something. Man, San Antonio has gotten way crowded. Coming in on I10 yesterday I was flabbergasted. I also can't believe I lost touch with Edgar. He was my ticket back home to my wife and kids. So I am not sure what's going to happen. I need to manifest a workstation, a working computer that I can get some typing done on and where I can read my cds and get my needed pictures. And book it again. This house is way too huge for just my mom. She makes just a little bit more than me, like a thousand dollars a month. She's got a car that's messed up, but she just ignores. She's still in denial about a lot of stuff. To top it off my nephew has ammassed four laptops, but NONE of them have power cords. Insult to injury. That would be all I need, any working laptop. Anyway, I am sitting here. I am wondering if I should walk into town. I am still kind of tired. I could totally use another day off. Maybe I'll go up to the old Perry house for old times sake and see what's going on.
4:46pm I took a long, long nap today. I woke up a couple of hours ago. Guess who texted me. I had been all bummed out because I thought I had lost my brother Edgar. He told me there was a possibility that he would be headed back soon, like in a couple of days. He just found out he had a run up to Massachussetts. So it might be a couple od weeks before he's headed back West again. But when he does he's going to give me a ride back to California! He seems to believe in me, he's my brother. It's not so bad because now I will get to spend more time with my mom. Get back in touch with my family. Everything will be hunky dory. Right now I am looing for some, there's some batteries right there. For my voice recorder. It only takes one triple A.
8:03pm I walked uo to the Church's Chicken, the In and Out Express, over by where I spraypainted the fence. I want to try and score some weed.
8:38pm Haley was nice enough to give me a cigarette in front of the gas station, sweet.
Look up Craig Coffee.
Oh my gosh, what a great might I've had tonight. I can't believe I haven't been more descritpive. I finally felt rested enough to go for a walk around my old neighborhood. I have been trying to get enough sleep to rest my feet. I think they are rested enough now. I am actually kind of tired. First I walked uo to the Perry house and it's totally different. There's never a car in the driveway like there used to be and they addded a door to the garage and stuff. I don't know if the Perry's even live there or not. It's been over a decade. Nobody was home so I walked down Old Tezel, when I came near my mom's street I saw a trailer pulled over on the side of the road. I thought it was somebody broken down.
I saw some guy tearing apart a travel trailer, gutting it. When I walked by I said, "Hello, do you need a hand?" He said sure! I crossed the street and helped him dismantle the innards. He said he was trying to make a flat bed trailer out of it and pointed to this big tall pile of logs and branches. He was doing a tree service job for the people on the corner.
When I realized the project I said, "This looks like a lot of fun, I'll be right back with some gloves." Since my mom's house wasn't far I sped walked there and retrieved my work gloves whcih I brought from home and never used on my trip, until now. I came back and totally helped load up wood into the trailer. Maybe like forty five minutes. When I first got here the dude asked me what I did. I told him I am a full time volunteer visiting my mother. I said, "I get what I give." He seemed impressed and I told him, "The true rewards of a job well done is to have done it." He said a similar quote. I helped him out hardcore. There was even some old dude sitting in the truck the whole time.
Later on while I was loading branches I told him, "I just got a ride from a trucker all the way from Calfornia to my mom's house. I had to dump my stash before we got into Texas. I know I said I was a full time volunteer, but it would be cool if I could get a dimebag. He said he would give me some money after he collected it from the customer. He not only gave me twenty bucks, but he offered me work at 8am tomorrow! Sweet! So I have to go to sleep. I've got money to make tomorrow. I already have a paid job and I just got here! I am going to give it ALL to my mom.
Right after the sun went down I decided to walk to the gas station and try to get some weed somehow. I got twenty on it. I walked up wearing my white WPTMJ shirt. I walked in and asked how much for water. The cashier girl noticed my shirt and told me water was free. I went and grabbed the biggest styrofroam cup and filled it with ice and water and insisted on giving them the $1.25 I had in my pocket for it. I told her, I am just outside letting people read my shirt. I am not asking for money at all. One complaint and I am gone. She was cool. So I went outside to smoke and the reactions to my shirt started. When people mentioned it I asked them if they knew where I could get a twenty sack of world peace. Eventually this cool dude told me, "I might," then he went in the store. When he comes out I repeat, "You might?" He said, "Yeah, are you going to be here long?" I told him, "As long as world peace takes." And he drove off.
I spent like an hour outside letting people read my shirt and handing out my blog. The cool dude eventually DID come back. I walked over to him, and gave him a handshake with the twenty and he shook back with the weed. We did it so perfectly. I spit to him some of my stuff, note from the rich and he was interested and I told him some more. We talked about Canbabis Cup. I regret not getting his name and phone number. Black dude. Would've been a good smoking buddy.
I walked home very happy and smoked on the back porch. This weed was awesome! Like I was closing my eyes and seeing visuals! It was better than Cali dispensary weed!
I was looking through my mission box and I have sooo many pictures and details!
10:11pm
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