San Antonio, TX
Saturday November 27, 2004
7:30am Oh yeah, I left my mom's house. I typed up a lot of stuff. I'm already in Durango in my story. At that house that dude took me to. He was helping that beat-up dude, too. I'm walking to the gas station to go bum a cigarette. I got hooked up with some leftover Thanksgiving food.
I was right about my mom and that pyramid 4Life business she's in. She's lucked out and found somebody that's doing all the work for her.
Mr. A. Ramos hooked me up with a courtesy ride. I appreciate it, brother.
8:11am I picked up some snipes at the smoking cabana at the Walmart and brought them to the bus stop. This girl Jessica, who just got hit in the head, hooked me up with four cigarettes. I appreciate it, Jessica.
Oh yeah, my sister Diana had asked me if I could wash the Thanksgiving dishes and I told her I would help. Then I told her that I was going to walk up to the Citgo to bum a cigarette and I'd be back. She all tells me, "Why don't you do them before you leave?" I said, "Because I don't want to." She all said, "I'll clean the kitchen." The kitchen was already clean! Ugh, she's just like my mom. Always trying to get somebody to do the dirty work for her. It's a huge pile of dishes from last night.
Then I went to the Citgo. At the Citgo I thought, "Screw this, I'll just take off on the bus and go downtown to Travis Park and try and get some weed. She can do all the dishes." I waited for the bus to come. The one going to Ingram passes at 15 of the hour and the one going to the Walmart passes at 45. It was too late to find out the letter of the day from the Ingram-bound bus. When the bus going to the Walmart pulled up, Mr. A. Ramos, he hooked me up with a ride. When I got to the Walmart nobody was outside smoking cigarettes. I went to the smoking cabana on the other side of the building and picked some snipes out of the ashtrays.
I still wasn't sure about the letter of the day, I forgot to look at it on Mr. Ramos' bus. I think it was Q. I wasn't sure about it, so I hadn't trimmed my transfer yet. When I got off the bus, the 610 going back towards my mom's house was there. The bus behind it didn't have a driver in it, so I went to go check the letter of the day to make sure. The guy hadn't punched his transfers yet, so I couldn't find out. Then I saw this girl who works at McDonald's, who just got hit in the head at work and they made her stay. She was all complaining about it and everything. I saw that she was smoking a cigarette so I told her, "Hey, I got all these little snipes from the ashtray. I don't suppose you can spare one real cigarette?" She told me, "Oh, you can throw those away. I'll give you a couple." She gave me four cigarettes! Cool! I thought, "Hey, now that I got cigarettes I can go back home!"
Oh yeah, I had trimmed my Q transfer when I had sat down to talk with her. I wasn't sure if it was the right letter, so I put it back in my wallet. I got on the 610 going towards my mom, it was still there. I got on and the driver was that cuntrag Mrs. Robbins, who knows about me and never gives me courtesy rides. The minute I started talking she shook her head no. I called her a greedy ass and everything and stepped off the bus. Then I think, "Hey, maybe the letter of the day is Q." I got it out of my wallet and knocked on the door. She opened it, I stepped on and told her, "Oh yeah, I forgot I had a transfer." As luck would have it, the letter of the day was indeed Q. She looks at it real quick and saw the right letter was punched. Haha, she had to let me on . . . after I called her a greedy ass. And, I have four cigarettes so I can go home and type some more.
11:05am I'm in my mom's house again. Hehe, I got my mom to give me money for cigarettes again. We just got in a big fight the other day. Yesterday, I think. She had all told me, "I should stop giving you money. Stop asking for it!" and walked off. Then I thought for a bit and concluded, "Hmm, I'm going to get some money for cigarettes from her without asking her, hehe." I went to her room and asked her, "Hey mom, can I borrow your car so I can drive up to the gas station and bum a cigarette?" She asked me, "You're going to bum a cigarette?" I told her, "Yeah, or I can just dig through the ashtray." She said, "Oh, you can get sick like that." I told her, "Please mom, I'll be right back." She went and got me two dollars. Cool. So now I have $2.20 total. I need $3.16 for the Camels I want. I'm going to ask the Indian guys working at the Citgo if I'll get in trouble for asking people for change. Maybe they'll hook me up.
Today is Saturday November 27th. I've been typing up my stuff as much as I can. I am already in back to Salt Lake City. I had an awesome adventure in Ogden. I forgot all about it. Everybody hooked me up in Ogden. In Clearfield too. Anyway, I was typing up my stuff and my mom came in and asked, "Victor, can you help me and my friend move some stuff? She said she would give you some money." I said, "Ok." I got up. This lady, my mom's letting her use our little garage to store some of her furniture and stuff. The other half of the garage my mom had a wall installed a while back and now it's the room I sleep in. I helped her friend and she gave me four bucks. Oh yeah, this young dude around my age, this ladies' son was all helping her too. After I finished helping I went to the back porch and loaded a hit of weed in my fake cigarette. I was going to take it up front and offer it to him. I go outside and he was smoking a real cigarette. I bummed a Marlboro off of him. Then I asked him, "Hey, do you want a drag off this special cigarette?" He said, "Oh no, I don't want to smoke in front of my mom." I told him, "Come on, it's a cigarette." He didn't take a hit, but I at least offered. He said, "I smoke, but I don't want to smoke in front of my mom." I told him, "I do." I'm back at the computer typing up my stuff now.
I'm already on September 8. A couple months ago.
Okay, let me tell you about my one friend. This girl Rachel Koole who I met for two days earlier this year(4-27-04, 6:49pm and 4-28-04). I had met her at Travis Park and I took her on a wild adventure. She hung out with me for two days and I showed her OP Schnabel and everything. I even took a shower with her. She cuddled with me.
When I got back from this trip she's been calling and I've been talking to her. Rachel is like the only friend I have. I just talk to Rachel. She's like the only person I don't tell my scripts to because I'm so programmed. I don't have any friends. Except her. She has two kids and she lives in Angleton, TX, so it's never going to work with us. But, she cares about me a lot. Since I had been off traveling she had been calling my mom and talking to her. They're good friends. This girl believes in me. She tells all her friends about me. She's just great. She is just what I needed. I need at least one friend and I have one. Her name is Rachel Koole. She's in Angleton, TX.
I don't know what time it is, but I came to the back to smoke a cigarette. I bought me a pouch of Bugler tobacco. Ahh, I've been typing all day. My little brother has some cool movies to watch. I figure I'll go take a shower. I was thinking about jerking it in the shower. I don't know, I probably shouldn't say that. I'll take a shower and watch a movie.
I'm already typing up September 12. I'm in Bend, Oregon.
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