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Ventura, CA

Thursday December 28, 2006

     10:29am  Yesterday I didn't log at all. Me and my bipolar ass tried to break up with Carol again. It sucks, we were all arguing and I am sick. I have the same thing everybody else has. It's from living by the harbor. The sewage treatment plant is right across the street. The harbor had a permanent stench you finally got used to. Welcome to Ventura. Smell our shit. Carol thinks it's the rats. When we went to the Channel Islands they warned everybody that the rats there carried the Hunta Virus. Carol thinks that's what it might be here. Because everybody is sick. So stupid me, I don't see the blessings I have here where I'm living, and I am not taking into consideration the changes I can make here, and the rest of the world. I am going to stick it out a little longer. Carol's really good for me. She's really good to me also. She loves me a lot. I love you too, Carol. I appreciate it. Love you, baby.

     1:11pm  Let's see, this morning we drove all the way over to Fry's. See, we had found an old Gateway 2000 laptop out in the tweaker camps. We drove all the way to Oxnard to see if they had a power cord that would fit it at Fry's. They didn't, so we stopped at the Walmart. Carol is inside working her magic. I am out here in the parking lot flying my WORLD PEACE THROUGH MARIJUANA sign. The security guard already came up to me and said, "You can't be standing there." I asked him, "Damn, don't you want world peace too?" I told him, "Well, if I can't stand here I'm just going to walk around." Sucker.

Next day..