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 Las Vegas, NV

Saturday October 3, 2009

 

     7:31am  I just woke up in my bungalow in the sand.  I got plenty of sleep, I think.  The sun's out and it's hot.  Let me get up and take pictures.

                 

                  Oh yeah, Carrie showed up last night and he couldn't get the weed, so he dropped my five dollar bill.  I'm going to smoke a cigarette he gave me last night and then go see if he's awake.  He told me to wake him up. 

 

                  I'm really glad I gave him that trenchcoat, he liked it a lot. 

 

     7:37am  I am leaving from camp.  I am all loaded up.  I was tempted to just leave my shit there, but I don't think so.

 

                  I was walking away from the field where I camped.  I walked by these Mexican guys and offered them my website.  This nice guy Tony, I talked to him in Spanish. 

 

                  The field is behind Mccarren International Airport.  I'm going to go downtown.  I just asked all these homeless guys and they were all, "We're kind of busy here."  I asked them if there was a mission in this town and they told me Main and Washington.

 

     9:09am  I came to the bus stop and this brother hooked me up with some change.  What was your name, brother?  You can make it up if you want.  Fondu hooked me up with some change.  I appreciate it, brother.  Everybody gets credit. 

 

     9:12am  I'm on the bus.  This cool dude gave me some change at the bus stop.  I'm getting off where I'm getting off, I don't know.

 

     9:35am  I rode the bus to Tropicana Avenue and I got off before Decatur.  The guy who gave me some change got off.  I got off too.  It looked like the bus was headed into the mountains.  I got off.  I'm going to try and aim for downtown.  I thought I was downtown, where the drag was.  I guess not. 

 

     10:27am  I walked to the bus stop, I forget where it was.  A little bit on Decatur.  This cool dude DJ hooked me up with some change for bus fare.

 

     10:31am  I told that dude DJ my story at the bus stop.  He totally listened to my story.  When I got off the bus earlier the next driver I asked for a courtesy ride and he wouldn't give me one.  So I walked like three bus stops later and met DJ.  When I asked him if he was willing to listen he said, "Go on, preach."  Note from the rich and everything.  He liked my stories a lot.  He's from Mississippi.  Right before the bus came this black couple walked up.  I tried to get a courtesy ride, and they gave me a dollar.  I'm going to see if the driver will be cool and let me ride for only a dollar.  I'll ride the bus to Main Street.  I saw some taquerias.  I'm looking for food right now. 

 

                    I'm hungry.  I'm going to go hit up Pela's Pizza and Ribs.  Let's see what they tell me. 

 

                    The three greedy ass white girls at Pela's told me now.  Man, nobody wants world peace!

 

     11:06am  I see a sign for a Las Guanacas restaurant. 

 

                    I never found that restaurant.  I'm hungry.  I've got five bucks but I'm going to hold onto that for weed.  I thought I was downtown, where the drag was, but that's not downtown.  I came to the bus stop.  I'm waiting for the 208 to come.  Hopefully the driver will let me on for only a dollar. 

 

     11:25am  Nice Denise at the Wendy's is hooking me up.  I appreciate it, sister.  Everybody gets credit.  Gino is the  cashier.

 

                    I got hooked up at Wendy's, of all places!  I'm going to walk to the bus stop and eat breakfast.  Hell yeah.  I was all looking for a taqueria.  I got hooked up at Wendy's! 

 

     11:32am  Oh yeah, right when I left I was walking towards the bus stop and Gino calls out to me from the drivethrough window.  He handed me some French fries.  Way to support the cause.

 

                    I ate at the bus stop and the bus came right after I finished eating.  I'm going downtown now, to Main Street.  The nice driver let me on for $1.10.

 

     11:51am  I just got off the bus at Washington and Main.  Where's the rescue mission?  Where are all the homeless people?

 

     11:53am  I just got directed to Owen Street.

 

     1:13pm  I just got out of the Sertitta Community Center.  All these homeless people were lined up outside.  I scored a shower.  Ugh, they charge homeless people money to do their laundry, so I have to find this mission.

 

     1:35pm  Whoa, I just got hooked up with some food by Cartone!  Thanks for feeding the peace machine.

 

     2:23pm  See, earlier I walked to the Salvation Army.  They're feeding across the street at 2:30pm.  I was looking around for butts trying to make a sniperat.  Oh yeah, this guy from San Antonio came up to me and asked me what I was doing.  I told him I was a journalist from San Antonio and that's where he was from too.  He asked me, "Are you hungry?  Do you want to eat before they serve?"  A little bit after that he walked up and handed me a big plate of food!  Fried chicken and stuff.

 

                  I hung out with this dude at the shelter.  He smoked me out.

 

     2:38pm  The nice people from Seventh Day Adventist are being nice enough and filling up all the homeless people's plastic sacks for them.  We appreciate it, guys.  Everybody gets credit.  Thanks a lot.

 

     4:00pm  I just switched out to a new tape.  I filled one up.  Damn, I think I have two months on one tape.  That must be a mistake or a gap somewhere.

 

     4:06pm  I didn't tell you, this drunk guy stopped me and told me his long sob-story.  See, at first I had given him my  introduction and asked if he was willing to listen.  He was all, "Who the fuck are you?  I've got interesting stories too."  I said, "Okay, well tell me one then."

 

                  I had an awesome presentation on the sidewalk right now.  I pulled out my breast exams sign.  People are stopping and taking pictures of it.  I just had an awesome presentation right now, sweet. 

 

                  I came to this walking mall and pulled out my sign.  I just had a great story telling session with these two older ladies.

   

                  Plaza

 

     5:02pm  Jill was nice enough to give me a dollar after she took my picture.  I appreciate it, Jill.  Everybody gets credit.  Way to support the cause.

 

     5:08pm  John hooked me up with some change.  I appreciate it, brother.  Everybody gets credit.  Thanks a lot. 

 

     5:17pm  Ha, the security guard on a segway rode up to me.  I've been having fun flying my breast exams sign in this  mall.  He told me, "Free hugs is okay, but breast exams?  You gotta go."  I even showed him the picture in Seattle and told him the cops loved my sign.  He said, "Not in this town."  I'm sure he thought it was funny.

 

                  Ha, the security guard escorted me off the property.  I saw across the street was the Greyhound station.  I stood in line and waited.  I just asked how much fares were.  Sixteen bucks to get to the next town, Henderson, I think.  I'm considering bumming change for a bus ticket, I don't know. 

 

                  Oh yeah, in front of the Greyhound station some guy started talking to me and really wanted to hear my story.  At first he came up to me and asked me where I was going.  I told him I was on my way to save the world.  He asked me, "What made you decide to do that?"  I told him, "I smoked weed."  I didn't tell him my Odyssey, but I told him the important part.  He told me he'd be right back, to wait there.  Maybe he can give me a courtesy ride to a truck stop or something. 

 

                  After a while the taxi cab driver came back and volunteered me a cigarette.  I'm going to walk into town and try and tell my story.  Hell yeah, it's all busy.  I'm going to take pictures. 

 

                  Walking all the way down Main Street

 

     7:10pm  I'm going to go hit up El Sombrero Cafe.

 

     7:12pm  I went in there and gave the lady my line in Spanish.  She smiled and told me to go to the back.

 

     7:13pm  Fausto en El Sombrero me esta dando comida.  Te lo agradesco, Fausto.  Todo el mundo recibe credito. 

 

     7:14pm  Sweet, I got hooked up.

 

     7:30pm  See, I was told there was a place down the street, some Mexican bus line that went to El Paso.  I walked inside and asked the Mexican dudes in Spanish, I told them my line.  Stupid me asked for some gasoline for the stomach then I caught myself.  He thought I was asking for gas money.  Does it look like I have a car?  They told me they couldn't get me a free ticket, but this cool dude Jose gave me a dollar.  Mexicans got my back.

 

     7:32pm  Oh yeah, I'm walking Main Street aiming for the tower.  I'm going to go camp at the same spot as I did last night.  I just have to find where the airport is.

 

                  I was totally fueled up for my hike to camp tonight, at El Sombrero.  Walking to camp now. 

 

     7:50pm  Sweet, I found some food on top of a trashcan, nice.

 

     8:02pm  Leaving the Circle K.  I filled up my ice. 

 

                  Shit, I forgot I left my food on top of the ashtrays at the Circle K.  I'm going back to get it.

 

                  Sahara

 

     8:54pm  I was at the bus stop waiting for the bus to get me closer to Tropicana.  There's an ad at the bus stop that says, "The most interesting man in the world on mixed drinks.  Anything that delays a bartender should be frowned upon."  I don't know who the hell this guy is, but he's not the most interesting man in the world, I am.  And I have quite a different view on drinks than him, I'm sure.

 

                  Oh yeah, the bus came and it was too packed.  The driver told me I had to wait for the next one.  I just asked the cops how far Tropicana was and they told me it was only like three or four blocks.  Like a twenty five minute walk, he told me. 

 

     8:59pm  It might be a longer walk because I'll be picking up snipes.  Circus

 

                  Main Street

 

     9:27pm  Mr. Lovell.  He's a security guard here at this place I'm at.  He's got something to say.  Mr. Lovell: "Let me  tell you something interesting about malt liquor.  Malt liquor you can normally find it in the ghetto in the more socially disenfranchised areas of the country.  If you go to the suburbs you usually can't find that shit, because it kills people!  A long time ago guys like Gobels and Hemler and Hitler kind of got together and they were saying if you want to destroy a people, you destroy their reproductive cycles.  One of the easiest ways to do that is through the poisons that are naturally existing in alcohol in higher concentrations in fortified wine and malt liquor.  Now, what's interesting is you open the cap on Old English 80, St. Ides, 211, even Miller Genuine Draft, which is marketed more to blacks and filipino, if you open that  lid and look inside that lid, imprinted in that lid in the plastic is a crosshair.  Trust me on this.  You don't see that shit in Heineken."  Thanks for helping me educate the masses.

 

                  Pirate ship, lots of people, Harrah's

 

     9:42pm  I was walking along and saw big crowds advancing closer.  I set my bags down in front of Caesar's Palace and pulled out my breast exams sign.  Before I knew it the chump security guard walked up to me and told me I had to move, that I wasn't invited.  He warned me that they've got cameras on me.  I told him I didn't have nothing to hide.  Document me, please. 

 

                   Cool fountain showEiffel Tower

 

     11:29pm  Holy shit, I've just walked all the way from Owen to my camp by the airport.  I'm beat.  I wonder how many miles that was.  I'll look it up on Mapquest.

                    When I got here the camp was all blown and torn apart.  I fixed it was best as I could.  I hope this thing holds and doesn't fall on me in the middle of the night.  Please LOVE, don't let it fall on me.

Next day..

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