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Ripon to rest stop close to Tulare, CA

Wednesday October 27, 2004

     10:21am  I woke up not too long ago at the Blue Light Motel.

 

                     I'm outside smoking a cigarette right now. I scored a place to sleep last night with my new friends. Perfect. Hopefully, I can get a ride. Please Love, some marijuana would be great to start my day.

     12:32pm  My prayer was answered! We got smoked out! Victoria's brother, Duane Mercer smoked us out. At first Victoria asked him if he had any mota. He pulled out a bowl and smoked us out. Now, I'm telling my story, because I love telling my story when I'm high. I have a really good listener.

     1:04pm  I'm having a good time. It turns out that Bhanu and Victoria 

are from Ripon. They're homeless here. They had lied to me. They tell everyone they're going to LA. It was weird when they told me that, because I'm trying to get to LA. It was so cool I got a motel room to sleep in last night. This morning we woke up and went to that dead truckstop I'd gone to last night and got smoked out. I did think it was a little weird that they knew somebody here. We got hooked up with some breakfast. I got a sandwich and Duane smoked us out.

                    Here's a picture of me in front of the Flying J.  

     1:13pm  I'm standing here and Waldo came up to me. He had seen me here yesterday. He asked me where I was trying to go. I told him I was trying to get to Ontario. He told me he was a local driver and he was only going like twenty miles South and there was no truckstops. I told him, "Thanks anyway, it's the thought that counts."

     1:20pm  Chad hooked me up with a cigarette at the truckstop. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

                   Dude! Chad gave me four cigarettes! Thanks.

     1:50pm  That sucks. I got run out of the truckstop again. They're so lying. This one guy told me, "Yesterday it was Okay, but I got a complaint. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He didn't get any complaint. I'm only asking people as they leave. They just don't like me, man.

                   Why does everybody have to fuck with the guy trying to bring world peace?

     1:55pm  I'm over here on the entrance ramp to 99 South. Please, please Love provide me with a ride. Mobilize me, help me. There's some greedy people in this town.

     5:57pm  Oh yeah, I woke up. I had crashed out in the TV room at the truckstop. That sucks, Victoria and Bhanu, I think they got a ride to Fort Stockton.

     6:11pm  Ryan gave me a couple cigarettes at the truckstop. I appreciate it, brother.

     6:24pm  Ryan hooked me up a dollar so I can get me something to eat.

     7:06pm  I saw these two hip-looking older dudes pull up at the gas station here at the truckstop. They were each driving a different van. I hit him up for a ride and they're going to give me a jump South. I appreciate it, guys.

     7:37pm  I already got my ride! I saw these old guys with beards pull up. They ended up being a couple of the guys that set up the Rainbow Gatherings every year! What luck. The guy Badger told me that he's been to every single gathering since 1976. Things happen for a reason. I'm glad I crashed out and took a nap.

     7:58pm  Badjer treated me to a meal at the truckstop restaurant and we're off.

     10:10pm  We're still driving South. Badjer wanted me to make a note in my book to spell his name Badjer. Alright. He said in numerology that comes out to the number nine which is the number of love. Praise Love.

     11:05pm  I have to make an update. We stopped at some rest-stop close to Tulare. We're going to crash out for the night here. Badjer is going to make me a bed on the front seats in his van 

so I won't have to sleep outside in the cold. Badjer's is the white one.

Next day..