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San Antonio, TX

Thursday November 21, 2002

                   Ahh, I found a place to stash my joint on the back porch. See, my lazy mom had a new porch built by some Mexicans like a year ago. It was just a big waste of money because she never ever goes into the backyard. Unless it's to use it as storage for her junk. When I first came back home from the hospital that's where I liked smoking cigarettes. It was a junk pile back there. You had to wade through it. There was a broken lawnmower, a weed whacker and a lot of other trash. There were paint buckets and just a whole lot of junk. That whole back yard is so empty. The grass needed cutting and there were tons of huge spiderwebs all around because no one ever walked in their way. I cleaned that back porch up the second day I got home. I threw a lot of it away and moved some stuff around the yard. Then I swept the porch spotless and the whole family was impressed.

                   Okay, let's see. Today is Thursday, November 21st of 2002. It's about two. I got up early this morning and I was feeling really lazy. I didn't want to do anything. I know I had things to do like open up a post office box. I got on the computer and checked/sent some email. I went and I ate some food. I had some of that Muscle Blast 2000 shake and I got some good nutrients in me. Then I smoked a little weed. It just turned my mind on. Now I have all this motivation. I've got a plan now. I've been meaning to sit down and write a long letter. Actually, I went through what I recorded yesterday on my tape and I typed it all out. I'll be documenting my life as detailed as possible with this little tape recorder. Like I said it's around two. I just finished sending that long email about my day yesterday. I'm getting hungry, I'm going to go drink some more of that stuff. I'll be back to update you on my cool day. later on.

                   Okay, so here I am walking the ten minute walk to the bus stop by the elementary school.

                   Okay, so I caught the 622 to the grocery store. The driver was hauling ass to get there on time to make the transfer point, which he did. When I got off the driver of the bus I was going to get on next was outside smoking a cigarette. I had been holding my own cigarette all the way from the elementary school and I decided to just take the first drag(which was weed), then put it out and put it back in my pack. That's what I did. I am contemplating getting off at OP Schnabel Park and going to my badass hangout again.
                   The time right now is two fifty two. Does the post office close at four or five? That's what I'd like to know. If I knew for sure it closed at five I would get off at the park and walk the trail through the woods all the way to Prue Road. Hmm, I think I'm going to go to the post office first and open up my PO box then on the way back I'll walk through the woods. Alright, later.

                   I was waiting forever at the last stop. Whoa, that was weird. I had gotten off the bus coming from the grocery store at Prue and Horn. I didn't know what time the 604 that took me to the post office came. I just went out there and waited. I rolled a couple cigarettes and put some weed in them. Finally, I saw a bus coming and got on it. When I noticed it was turning onto Prue I realized it was the 605 that was on its way back to the grocery store. I got off and walked back to the intersection. Right when I walked up to the bus stop the 604 came. I made the same mistake yesterday. Now I'm over here in front of the post office waiting to cross the street. I'll be back.

                   At the post office I struck up a conversation with some guy about how evil money is. I told him how money can't buy happiness, and if it ever does, it's only temporary happiness. I mentioned that back when I worked in telemarketing I talked to this one old lady who told me that she had so much money, just no one to share it with. The guy said, "Well, what about the guy who says I've got all this money, I've got a beautiful mansion, I've got a garage full of cars and still nobody wants me." I told him, "Well, what's college and universities all about? It's all about money. You have to work so hard just so you can get a good paying job. I don't need that shit. I don't need a piece of paper to prove to myself that I know things." The guy told me, "Well, let's back up a little, Victor. There are certain things you can learn in college that can be the betterment of mankind, but very few people pursue those avenues." I busted out with my script, "Traditional schools only teach you how to be like everybody else. If there's anything I want to know, I just learn it on my own. That's what the Internet is for. I just don't believe in school. I refuse to eat from the same trough that the majority eats from." The guy responded with, "You see, at one time and even maybe today talking like you're talking would get you labeled as a Communist." I asked him, "What's the root word of Communism? Community, damnit(he chuckled). It didn't work in its time because the technology wasn't there to support it(like it is now). I say let's not call it Communism though. That name has a bad stigma. Let's just call it what it really is. Freedom."     
                   He said people are afraid of freedom and I agreed. I told him that the only way we are ever going to make everyone the same is if we learn to accept the diversity in this world. He added, "The masses are so ingrained to being slaves to one person's way of thinking that it is very hard to get them unattached to that philosophy." I told him I was going to try my hardest and that anything was possible and you have to start somewhere. He smiled and I went to go catch the bus.

                   Okay, that's all I recorded for the 21st.

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