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San Antonio, TX

Tuesday December 23, 2003

     10:48am  My mom just drove me to the bus stop. I have to go to West by four and answer some questions in HR. Man, my mom will never change. She's always bitching about everything. All she does is complain. She can't understand that complaining won't do shit. No wonder she's single. No wonder she's never getting married again. I couldn't believe there is anyone who will put up with her shit out there. She needs to change.

     11:53am  I'm at West already.

     11:54am  I walked in and signed up. This sucks. I'm going to have to wait again, but it's almost lunch time. I'm going to go to The Rocks. People will be out there smoking weed, I'm sure.

     12:40pm  Well, no one ever came out to smoke me out. I was able to scrape up a little tiny ball of resin. It did the trick.

     1:41pm  I just got out of HR again. It turns out that I can't start the class until January 5th. So, I got a little vacation holiday before "work." I can walk around and spread the word. Oh yeah, John McCrane, this guy who works at HR recognized me. He said, "I thought it was you, Victor. I didn't see your stick, though." I told him how I had broken it. Then the receptionist asked me, "What's your name?" John said, "Oh, I thought everybody knew Victor." I laughed and told John, "Not yet."

     1:45pm  I walked up the hill after HR and I saw these dudes giving out hotdogs to West employees. I went up and asked them if they could donate any gasoline for my stomach and Jesus is hooking me up with a tortilla and a hotdog. I appreciate it, brother.

                   His name is really Ben.

                   Sweet! He hooked me up with a Gatorade too!

     2:08pm  I just ran into this guy at the smoking cabana and he told me, "Hey man, how have you been? I guess you always come back for Christmas. I always see you around here." That's so awesome how I'm all famous, hehe.

     2:43pm  Diego hooked me up with a little bud at the smoking cabana. I appreciate it, bro.

     2:55pm  Man, that was so awesome. I planned it all out today, too. I had told myself I was going to go back to West and get smoked out again. That dude at the smoking cabana told me he had a roach in his car. He hooked me up with it. Good thing I have my pipe.

                   Patience is a virtue. It took a bit longer than yesterday, but it happened. I walked all the way back to The Rocks and got a good bowl out of that roach that guy gave me.

                   That dude was cool. See, I was just asking random people if they knew where I could buy a bowl for two dollars. My last two bucks that I got from Jordan, my little brother's friend last night. Oh yeah, this morning I told my mom that Jordan had hooked me up with two dollars and she went, "Oh, then do you have my change from the five I gave you??" I told her yeah and gave it to her. I bet she wouldn't have asked me if I hadn't told her Jordan had hooked me up. It's all about money with my mom. What's her problem?

     3:08pm  Ahh, I just came out to the parking lot. I need to get to Babcock North. I don't have no bus fare. I'm just going to stand here and wait for somebody to come out. Somebody will give me a ride. Babcock North is only like two miles away(forty minute walk).

                    Whoa, the first guy I asked, James, is hooking me up. I appreciate it, brother.

     3:41pm  Dude, that was awesome. That dude James gave me a ride to Bob's house. Bob wasn't home, so I'm going to walk across the ditch to Johnny and Katie's. I told James my entire story and he didn't interrupt one time. When he finally dropped me off in Babcock North he told me, "Okay, will you listen to me now?" He told me that he had gone to some place for recovering from smoking crack and shit. He talked about religion and stuff. I told him, "Man, I really wish you would let me tell you some learning experiences I have had." I told him my whole odyssey story and he was amazed. He listened to all of it. Before he took off in his car he told me, "Bless you."

     3:54pm  I just walked up to Katie's and right when I got there they were walking out the front door to leave in their car. They were on their way to go up to Walmart. Hey, I need to go to Walmart. Sweet, I can cruise with them. Wow, what a chance encounter. I was meant to meet them today. I told them, "I got a hell of an update to tell you guys."

                   Cool, and Katie is hooking me up with a Marlboro Red.

     4:07pm  Katie just told me I can stay for dinner and they're barbequing ribs. Badass!

     4:34pm  We drove up to the HEB. Chasity and I used to come to this HEB on DeZavala. They're going to go in and buy stuff to make ribs. Man, that's so awesome I get to eat ribs tonight. I'm telling Katie my update. It's long. Anyway, I'm going to go stand outside of the HEB and smoke a cigarette. Man, I missed San Antonio so much.

                    Oh yeah, when I showed up at Kati and Johnny's, Johnny told me, "I can't believe I remembered your name. You left such a lasting impression on me that I actually remembered your name, Victor. I am really bad with names."

     4:55pm  We just came to Walmart. There's a huge crowd. Christmas shoppers. Damn Babylonians. Oh yeah, I can finally verify if they have my boots here.

                   Shit, they don't seem to have my boots. They have Brahma brand boots, just no Commander IV model. Damnit.

     5:29pm  We drove back to Katie and Johnny's house. I don't know if I've ever told you about Katie and Johnny. Actually, I think I typed up a couple journal entries when I first started this mission.

                   Anyway, I just kind of lied to them. I told them I was going to go to Bob's house to see if I had left something there. But, I'm going to go see if Bob's home so he can smoke me out, hehe.

                   Oh yeah, the house where Katie and Johnny live(Johhny's mom's) is in the neighborhood Oxbow, which is right on the other side of the ditch from Babcock North. I wasn't too sure of Katie's address, but I remembered one time when we were walking back from her house months ago, I kept track of the turns to the ditch. I remembered it was Left, Right, Left, Right at the ditch. That was the sequence for leaving her house, so I just reversed it and did a Left at the ditch, Right, Left, Right and tada, ended up at her house. I know, that's stupid.

                  Cool, Bob's Blazer is in the driveway.

     5:42pm  Damn, that sucks. Bob isn't home. His car is here.

     5:49pm  I smoked a cigarette in Bob's back yard and now I'm going to go walk over to Andy's house. See if him and Seren are there. I'll go say hi to them. Update them.

                  Oh yeah, then I'll head back to Katie's and eat some ribs.

     5:50pm  Andy doesn't live there anymore.

     6:09pm  I'm back at Katie and Johnny's.

     7:07pm  I forgot to mention that earlier I took a picture of Katie and Johnny.  

                   Oh yeah, Katie is eighteen and Johnny is thirty eight. Katie said, "He looks fifty, though." She was kidding.

     8:40pm  Johnny is giving me a suggestion. He said I should call my book, "Victorious Journeys by Victor."

                   Holy shit. Johnny is sixty seven! I can't believe that. You're kidding, man. You're not sixty seven, dude. How old are you really, Johnny?

                   Okay, Johnny is not going to tell me how old he is. He's going to keep me wondering. Everybody else, too.

                   I took his picture. You can see for yourself.

     10:46pm  I got my mom to come pick me up from Carlos'. I just got home. Damnit, all my mom does is complain. I told her, "Mom, I just refuse to allow you to make me as miserable as you. Never." That's all she does! Just complain. It's like she loves being miserable. God-damnit. First thing when I came home she was all, "Victor, can I wash your clothes?" I told her, "I just washed my clothes!" It's all in her head. Just because I look like a hippie does not mean I smell like one. I take showers regularly here and do my laundry. She got all mad and asked me, "Why don't you leave then?" I yelled back her, "Why don't you kick me out?! Do something. All you are is talk. Call the cops."

     11:29pm  Man, my mom is digging her own grave. She'll never call the cops.

     12:22am  Guess what just happened. My mom actually called the cops on me . . . but I left her computer formatting right when I got up to talk to the cops. Even though she had told me she was going to have it all erased soon anyway, but screw it, at least my crazy sister can't get on it now. Heehee.

                     Haha, I didn't tell her. When she goes to turn it on it's all going to be wiped clean. Muhahaha. That's what she gets for calling the cops on her son. Oh yeah, the cops came and told me I couldn't be there if she didn't want me there. I told them the only reason I dared her to call the cops was because I thought she never would. I told the officer that I was honestly impressed with my mother. She had finally done something. I hate it at her house anyway, so I was contemplating on squatting around San Antonio, anyway. Hell, I can go crash at that little platform in the tree at OP Schnabel Park like two miles away.

                    Oh yeah, I grabbed my sleeping bag and left the house. I walked up to the cops and asked them if I could score a courtesy-ride to Bandera and Braun Rd. One of them said, "OP Schnabel?" I told him, "Yeah, I know of a cool platform in a tree to crash at there." He told me, "There's nothing wrong with that," and hooked me up with a ride. Haha, it's like my mom called a taxi for me to save me the trouble of walking. Haha. Calling the shots.

                    The cops dropped me off at the Exxon in front of the park. I'm going to see if I can use the phone for free in here.

     12:29am  Checo just gave me a dollar, just out of the blue. At the Exxon. I didn't even ask him for it. He just handed it to me. Probably because I look like a hippie. Thanks a lot, brother.

     12:37am  I got the cops to give me a ride over by the park. I'm going to go crash at my little hideout. This is cool. I'm "homeless" and squatting in my hometown, San Antonio. That's cool.

                      I just called my mom from the gas station. I told her, "That was the last straw. You are hereby disowned." Merry Christmas, mom.

                      Oh yeah, and before the cops let me get in their car they asked me if I had any weapons on me. I told them I had my utility knife. They asked me if I had any other weapons and I told them, "Man, look at this tattoo on the back of my neck. I don't need weapons." The dumb cop said, "What does that mean?" I told him it was a peace sign and he was all, "Oh, is that what that means?"

                      Dumbass cop.

                      Oh yeah, and I told the cops what I was going to do, on the way over here. I even told them about the marijuana. When I asked them what the thought would happen if all the world leaders got together and smoked some weed, one told me, "Oh, their brains would be all fried." I told him, "Oh, you would rather all the world leaders just go home and drink alcohol, right?"

                      Oh yeah, I called Bob's house, too. Dude, Tim, Bob's roommate, just told me that Bob's mom died. That's so terrible. That's messed up. Man, Bob's going through some major shit. No wonder Bob wasn't there when I went to his house earlier.

     1:04am  I got to my little hideout up in the tree. When I got up here there was a backpack up here. Looks like somebody else has been crashing here. This dude's got his wallet, a bottle of Special Reserve. In his backpack he's got cigars. I can't believe he left his wallet up here. It's got credit cards and shit. This guy's name is Brian Edward Collins. Address is on 3715 Piper's Meadow. SATX 78251 TXDL 01954025. I can't believe he'd leave all his shit here. Maybe he's coming back tonight. DOB 10-15-73. Height 5'11". Green Eyes.

                      Whoa, there's some dollar bills in his wallet.

                      In his backpack I found a book titled 'How To Know God," or something. He's a bible-thumper.

                      He's got three dollars in his wallet, which I am not going to take.

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