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San Antonio, TX

Friday December 25, 2004

     12:30pm  I'm going into town today, screw it. Victor's coming out for Christmas. I am wearing my full uniform. My walking stick and everything. My Triforce-of-Wealth is intact once more. My rainbow beanie and everything. I even have my rainbow scarf in my bag.

                     I don't give a damn. I have to make an appearance today. At least at Travis Park and the hospital.

                     I was walking down Old Tezel almost to the Citgo and this car drove by behind me and turned at the street in front. Oh shit, is he going to tell the other cops that Victor came out for Christmas? Hehe.

     12:38pm  Man, right when I walk up to the bus stop in front of the Citgo, here comes the 610 Ingram bound. I got on the bus and told the driver, "Hey man, are you going to give me a nice Christmas courtesy ride, or are you going to make me spend my dollar?" He said, "Go ahead, man."

     1:10pm  Mr. Muñiz, the driver, not only hooked me up, but he listened attentively to my story.

     1:16pm  Man, what a great Christmas I'm having so far. Right when I walked to the bus stop the bus came. I told the driver my whole odyssey all the way to Ingram Mall. I got to the end of it right when we pulled in.

                   I'm back, I'm back.

                   Victor's back.

                   I was never gone.

                   I'm downtown. going to walk to the park. I'm hungry. I wonder if they sell hotdogs on Christmas.

     2:04pm  Julia, it's her birthday, she's giving food to all the people in the park. I appreciate it, Julia. Everybody gets credit, thanks. Happy birthday.

     2:07pm  Rick just came up to me and handed me a sandwich and cookies. I appreciate it, Rick.

     2:27pm  Tim's walking around giving everybody a bag full of food. I appreciate it, Tim. Everybody gets credit.

     2:40pm  Trisha hooked me up with a cigarette in the park. Merry Christmas, Trisha. Thanks a lot.

     2:55pm  What was your name again? I'm sitting here talking to Eric. He had walked by and said, "Where's the weed?" I waved him over. I had just sat down on the grass to smoke myself. I told him, "I'll smoke you out if you want." We smoked and I blew his mind with my story. All of a sudden he sees a car driving by and he tells me, "Hold on, I'm going to go get five dollars."

                   Eric: "This dude, like every year on the holidays he always sees me in the park. I'm always by myself or he knows that I'm probably hungry. Every holiday he does that. He comes around and gives me five dollars."

                   Do you know his name?

                   Eric: "Nah, I don't know his name. I just know that every Thanksgiving and Christmas he comes around and looks for me."

                   The greedy ass driving the 92 wouldn't let me ride. He doesn't have his nametag in place.

                   Oh man, I had a good time in the park. I got hooked up with food as soon as I got in the park. Remember, I said I was hungry. I sat down in the grass and this guy walked by and asked, "Where's the weed at?" His name was Eric, I think. I told him my odyssey story. He told me that he remembered me from one time a long time ago in the park. That I had walked by and asked him where the weed was. He told me he had like half a joint, but that he didn't know me then. He said, "But now that I know what you're doing . . ."

                   That bus driver was all, "You do this all the time!" I was out for five months and have barely ridden the bus since I got back.

                   I have totally impregnated VIA with my presence. They'll never forget me.

                   Oh yeah, and earlier this dumbass dude was telling me all this stuff about how he wanted to kill somebody. I told him, "Man, don't you know it comes back? That's some really bad karma." He tells me, "That's the game. See how many people you can take out before you get taken out." I told him, "That's just evil, dude." Then some black dude came over and they started talking and calling each other nigger and wetback and stuff like that. Hehe, so I told my badass Mexican joke that I know. Why do flies have wings? To beat the Mexicans to the trash. This dude got all offended. I was like, "What? You can call each other nigger and wetback, but I can't get in on the racial slurs?" I told him, "Man, sticks and stones. It's just a joke.  I didn't make it up or anything." I should've told him that words could only offend you if you let them, but I forgot.

                   Another bus driver told me shit. The guy driving the 90. I asked him if he would hook me up with a transfer. He tells me, "I've hooked you up a lot of times before." Hehe, they all know me.

                   Oh yeah, I ran into Steven, the bubble popper guy from Papa John's.

                   I should go home. I'm going to go ask for a courtesy ride.

     3:32pm  Mr. Martinez is hooking me up with a ride to the mall. I appreciate it, brother.

     4:00pm  I got to North Star Mall already.

     4:02pm  Mr. Sandoval told me, "No, haha!" He was all, "I don't think so, buddy." I told him, "Thanks anyway. Merry Christmas."

                   Before he took off I called him a grinch, hehe.

                   Well, nobody is hooking me up. I'm going to take off walking. Let's see if I can walk all the way to the hospital from North Star.

     4:19pm  I walked Rector to Blanco and right when I got close to 410 I saw the bus coming. I pulled out my wallet and waved the bus down. I thought I lucked out because he caught the red light. I walk up to his bus and ask him to open the door. At first I thought he wasn't because he recognized me and thought I wasn't going to pay, so I pulled a dollar out of my wallet and waved it at him. His ignorant ass still didn't open the door. He didn't even look. I was yelling, "Why won't you open the door?! You're at a stoplight!" Dumbass. Ugh, ignorant people like him piss me off!

                   I'm just walking on Lockehill Selma now. Over by Homeric. I'll just walk the bus route until the bus comes.

     4:49pm  I walked for about ten minutes, then I just came to the bus stop over on Prinz and Lockehill Selma. I'm just going to chill on the grass here and wait for the bus. I found a cigarette. I should be walking, but oh well. I wonder if Walmart is open today. I want to go there and buy some supplies I need. Some CD's.

     5:32pm  The 534 came finally. I paid with a dollar.

                   Oh yeah, I didn't tell you. I'm already at the hospital. I have to wait until 6:15 for the bus to my mom's. In like a whole half hour. I'm going to go to the bathroom and put all my layers on.

                   When the 610 pulled up it was that same driver from before, Mr. Muñiz. He had gotten a call to wait for some guy to show up before taking off. He did and took off. When that guy got off the bus he turned around and said, "Are you going to record that? How I waited for that guy?"

     6:45pm  I just got off at the Citgo. Going to walk over to my mom's. Mr. Muñiz, the same guy who had given me a ride earlier was driving. Man, I told him a lot more of my stories. I told him my head-injuries story and my jail story. When I was about to get off he told me, "It was really nice talking to you." I think he's gay, not that that matters. He had asked me, "What do you think about same-sex marriages? What's your view on that?" I told him, "Whatever floats your boat."

     6:56pm  Dude! I just got home right now. In a little bag hooked to the doorknob I found two two packs of cigarettes and ten dollars in money orders. The card says, "To Vic from Santa." I wonder who it was. Maybe it was my little brother. I don't know.

                   I betcha it was Gus.

                   I checked the messages which I never do. Rachel called me! I had been so worried about her.

     7:30pm  Oh man, I am so pissed. That sucks! Rachel came to see me for Christmas. She's staying at the Day's Inn downtown. She should be staying here and not have to pay for it. I am so mad, dude. I shouldn't have gone out today. The phone's ringing. I hope that's her. It's probably my mom.

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