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San Antonio, TX

Friday November 26, 2004

                     Okay, it's 10:22pm and my mom is off the computer. I watched the movie Armageddon with Bruce Willis. It was a bit cheesy. Anyway, I need to mention what happened earlier. See, for the past two or three days I have been glued to the computer typing up my days. I'm already to Ogden, UT in my story. Well, tonight my batteries finally died. I was pissed. I didn't have anything to do.

                     Well, after they died I got the weirdest impulse to just leave the house. Actually, it wasn't a big impulse. I'm lying. I left the house because my mom claimed the throne on the computer and started playing her stupid internet dominos. Anyway, I had taken off walking in hopes of getting smoked out after I ate thanksgiving dinner. I walked for like two hours and didn't get smoked out. I was all bummed out. I got some great exercise after just sitting on the computer all day.

                     Anyway, tonight when my mom got on the computer I took off for another walk in the neighborhood. Not so much to get smoked out this time, but I always walk when I have nothing to do. What better thing to do then, right? I was walking down this one street and I saw a cute dog laying on the driveway next to the garage. I immediately started baby-talking at it, telling it, "I'll give you some loving. Come over here." He came over to my wagging his tail and let me love on him. I was scratching his nose and face. I scratched his fur all over. He was in doggy-heaven.

                     After the dog, I walked a little more and I see these two guys lighting a blunt. I asked them, "Smoke a brother out?" They did! Nick and Anthony smoked a brother out. From there I just jumped right into my story. I haven't been telling my story barely at all in San Antonio. I'm getting real paranoid and I'm trying to turn down the volume on my presence here. Like I have stopped using my walking stick altogether. I shaved my head bald and I try not to wear my rainbow beanie. I guess I look pretty normal. I can't hide the peace tattoo on the back of my neck. Not even if it's cold, because I don't want to use my rainbow scarf.

                     Oh yeah, and Anthony told me a cool story that happened to him. Not nearly as long as mine. He told me that the other day he was just sitting home watching TV and he got the biggest craving for a pizza. He said he mentioned it to somebody else that was there. After he mentioned it, the doorbell rings and it's a pizza deliver guy holding a pizza. Anthony answers and the pizza guy tells him, "Trade you this for a dimebag." It must've been someone that knew Anthony sold weed. What perfect timing, eh?

                     Anyway, I'm all high typing this up. Back to the story. I had asked them at first if I could tell them what I was doing and Nick said, "Well, until we smoke this." I said, "Okay, let's see how far I can get." I got into it and I was once again amazed at how smoking weed enhances my story-telling. I put on a fabulous performance and had their attention all the way through my whole odyssey story. I ended it with, "Now, there is many a magical update to that story which would bring me to my current position. I could seriously talk your ears off if you let me. But that seems to be a good stopping point. Thank you for listening."

                     I captivated these two dudes. Both Hispanic guys. I asked them to do me the couple favors and then I hit them up for the blunt roach. Anthony tells me, "Did you want any more than just that?" He hooked me up with a big ass nugget!

                     Smiling real big, I left. When I walked past the dog he was still sitting there. I sat down on the sidewalk and he promptly marched back over to me with his tail wagging. Hehe, he knew I was his good friend. I gave him another load of loving and walked off again.

                     Just behold the factors that went into making tonight happen for me. My batteries dying. My mom coming home. The path I took walking in the neighborhood. The fact that those kids had just sparked the blunt and had been outside for me to run into them when I did. The dog I stopped and pet for five minutes.

                     Oh yeah, then a little bit further down the street this dog starts barking at me. I coo him and talk nice to him, but he still barks. I even sit down hoping he would shut up and not feel threatened. He didn't so I stood up. I started walking and just to mess with him I charged at him a little. He didn't like that one bit and snarled at me and kind of darted towards me. I yell, "Oh shit!" and this lady sitting down around the corner starts yelling at it and I just walk off. I don't think she saw me charge at him on purpose. Wow, interesting night.

                     Oh yeah, and my older sister came home and gave me some batteries for my recorder. Nothing magical about that. My mother had mentioned I needed some. Cool. Thanks, Diana.

                     My older sister just bought me a tape recorder as a Christmas present! Badass, I'm recording again and I can finish typing up all my stuff. Let's see, I tried to log as many days as I could offline by memory at the end of the night. But now, I got my recorder again. I'm back on track. Yesterday, all day I was on the computer and today I was on the computer typing up my stuff, getting my webpage ready. It's going to be awesome. I'm really glad I got my recorder back. I'm going to go try and score some weed. I think I deserve it.

                     I walked down the street, right after you turn at the ditch and told this group of black kids and this white girl my story. They were all about it. They had to go though.

Next day..