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                                                                                                       Rolla, MO

Thursday November 15, 2007

                      

 

    12:42pm  I haven't updated in a while. Clea worked until seven last night. I was still walking around asking people for weed. I walked around all over Rolla. I first asked the high school kids 

 that were in a van in the parking lot behind Clea's. They told me to go to the trailer park, any trailer park. So I hiked all the way to Highway 72 and turned left. I eventually got to the trailer park and walked around. I asked this guy and girl that were outside and the dude told me to hold on. I waited for a couple minutes. This little girl was outside talking to me, asking me if I was dangerous. The dude and the girl had gone into this one trailer. A few minutes later, after I get up to walk away some guy steps outside and nods me over. He asked me if I could help him and I told him I needed a dime. He got all defensive and said, "I don't sell weed! Get lost!"
                     Oh yeah, on the walk over here, still on 72 Kyle, the kid I told my story to at Clea's that one day, he pulls over to just to say hello. He offered me a ride to the trailer park, but I told him I didn't mind the walk. Plus, I wanted to be seen walking around town with my crazy wig.
                     Anyway, with no weed I walked back up Pine Street to the college telling people, "Everybody in this town freaks out when I ask them this, but do you know where I could score a dimebag?" I eventually gravitated to the library and stood outside asking people for weed. Clea got off at seven and we walked home and had yet another great time.
                     This morning we woke up around eight and the parking lot was full of highschool kids. Clea heard them honking their horn again. I came to the kitchen to look out and there were these highschool kids sitting down right behind Clea's kitchen smoking a bowl! I opened the door and this one black dude freaked out, thinking nobody lived here. I opened the door and immediately asked them if they knew where I could score a dimebag. I still had the ten bucks Fabian had hooked me up with. Then I asked, "Smoke a brother out?" They invited me outside, but by that time Clea appeared and let them in her house. It was chilly outside. We smoked like three bowls and had a good wake-and-bake. Fabian even showed up. They chilled for like an hour before they had to leave to get the weed. When they came back it was an all-out party. I had me an awesome four-person audience and put on a marvelous presentation. These kids even told me that they were going to make flyers for my website and help me spread the word in Rolla! What a stupendous day.
                     I fall more in love with Clea each day. It's such a special love we share. She totally believes in me, witnessing my magic firsthand. She is exactly the blessing I've longed for(except for the Herpes). Well, not permanently. She's got roots in Rolla and I'm leaving back to San Antonio in four days. Straight twenty four shot and I am back home! It is going to be extremely painful to leave Clea and her karmic nexus of joy, as she calls it.
Anyway, all that weed made me dizzy, so I laid down and woke up around six. Clea is at the poetry reading tonight. I didn't go because her professor might be there and she doesn't want us to meet, hehe.

Next day..