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Arcata, CA

Thursday October 30, 2003

     7:52am  The morning in the barn wasn't that cool. I wasn't making any entries or nothin'. Oh yeah, last night, in the middle of the night like 3am, I woke up because people were having sex close to me. I remember hearing the dude telling the chick, "Oh, so do you like my penis?" and stuff like that. Anyway, this morning I was sitting at the fire circle and really getting enough of this one fat dude. He was telling all these stories and shit. Yeah, I know, I tell stories too. But mine are more important, not to mention . . . true. I got out of there.
                    I was telling myself, "Man, this barn isn't as cool as it used to be. I need to leave Arcata now. I'm still waiting on my mom's package. But now, at the barn, someone just told me there was a hippie bus going to New Mexico. I need to get to New Mexico! That's exactly where I need to go, then go back to San Antonio from there. I don't know when they are leaving. If it's going to leave today . . . umm, I don't have a camera. I'll need to get one somehow before I leave. Maybe two. I need a camera I'm going to the Rainbow Gathering in New Mexico. I'm still waiting for my mom's package too, so I'm not free in Arcata, for now. Hmm, my mom's sending it UPS. If I'm not here when it comes, will they send it back to San Antonio? If that's the case, It's decided I'm going to New Mexico. Oh yeah, I already bought my bus ticket to Berkeley. I don't have any money.

     9:11am  I just took a picture of Alien's hand.

 

He cut it last night on this bottle. He's just now washing it off. Oh yeah, and before that I took a random picture of the barn.

     9:40am  I went for a walk out in the pasture and just took a picture of the cows.

     9:56am  I just took a picture of Geba hitting the joint. He said, "I ain't going to pass it until someone says Bogart."

     11:00am  I am walking into town.

     11:10am  I'm stopping into the St. Vincent de Paul store. Checking for boots.

     11:19am  I'm at the donut shop. I'm going to get me a donut before I go to The Endeavor.

     11:29am  David just came out and gave me a donut! Badass. I appreciate it, brother.

                      I went back to the bus station by The Endeavor. I asked the dude if there was any way I could return my ticket and get reimbursed. I lied and told him I got a ride. He said sure, but only gave me thirty dollars back. Five dollar charge for returned tickets, I guess.

     1:18pm  I ate, and I've been laying down in front of The Endeavor in the warm sun.

     3:00pm  I've been in the plaza for a while now, feeling lazy. I should really go to school. Anyway, I overheard this old dude talking shit to these kids. He was telling them that he could school them at basketball and shit. He's a minister, so he says. The kids are telling him to kick rocks. They challenged him to a game of basketball and the old dude accepted, telling them, "Okay, go get a ball. I'll whip your ass." They took off walking towards Los Bagels, that has a hoop in front of it.

     3:15pm  I walked to The Salvation Army thrift store to check for boots. Nope, they didn't have any either.

     3:57pm  Kevin just hooked me up with some change. I appreciate it, brother.

     4:03pm  Bill was cool enough to sell me a cigarette for twenty five cents . . . and give me a light.

     4:15pm  I forgot to tell you that I'm walking to the school. I'm bored.

     4:26pm  I'm at the library, on the computer. I have like three days to type up and I'm caught up.

     10:16pm  I am leaving the library. I did a lot today. I typed up all three days and now I'm walking to the barn. Brrr, it's cold.

                    Umm, I think I left my NOFX hoodie in the library. I'm going to walk all the way back just to check.

                    At the school my hoodie wasn't there. It must still be in my backpack. Now, I'm walking to the barn.

     12:30am  I hung out a lot downtown and took my time getting to the barn. I suited up for the night. Oh yeah, when I got here somebody had taken my queen size mattress. In spite of how late it was, I yelled, "Hey! Who's got my bed?!" This old dude Red, who has had the blue dome tent in the middle room said, "Oh, I guess it was just wishful thinking," and he pulled it out of his tent, all folded up. I was pissed off, but tired also, so I just went to bed. Bastard. I've been crashing in this barn for almost two months now. Everybody knows who sleeps on that mattress. Even if nobody knew who's it was, it's not like it's up for grabs. No groundscore in the barn!

                     I'm all suited up now. I'm going to wear my wool gloves and put my sweatpants on over my pants and shorts. I'm going to go to bed.

 

From: Irie vib <oceanskywolf@yahoo.com> [Save Address] [Block Sender]
              To: Victor Antonio <rightprotect@linuxmail.org>
Cc:
Subject: Place to stay in Portland
Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 09:40:22 -0800 (PST)
  
Hello, I am the one you meet out side of the Oregon County Fair, walking out of the area, I was walking on feathers?? I din't know if you remember me or not. I have just become the excecutive director of Voter Power and Oregon's Marijuana Act 2.. I will be in Portland, so If you need a place to crash as you travel, Remember Voter Power ...and you'll find us in the phone book, You can stay with the voleenteers in the basement of Voter power...maybe there will trade for work money.. who knows..
Kara... liberty Skywolf
 

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