San Antonio, TX
Wednesday December 26, 2007
5:37am I woke up at five this morning. I
got seven hours of sleep.
6:44pm I'm going to check my email, check
my webpage. I'm thinking about walking downtown today.
Testing, testing, testing. The left spindle is stopping and getting the
tape wound up. It is malfunctioning. This has happened before with these
recorders. I just threw away two old ones in the trashcan after I did some
cleaning. I'm all stoned.
7:00am I took off. I'm walking down the
street. I'm going to walk downtown today.
7:41am I just put on my rainbow clown wig.
I'm going to The Riverwalk for sure with my WPTMJ shirt on.
8:32am I was walking down Guilbeau after
Wickersham. All of a sudden these kids drive by, "Victor! Hey, what's up?!"
They're going to smoke a brother out.
Zack and Travis. I've never met Zack, but Travis told
me I met him like a year
ago at some abandoned house on Timberhill. Him and his friend Gage. I'm sure I
can look that up(3-19-05, 7:55pm).
373-1698
8:45am Man, this tape recorder is friggin'
broken. Umm, maybe I won't walk downtown with a broken tape recorder.
10:09am Wow, I've had yet another magical
morning. Well, it was kind of bitter-sweet. Right now I am writing by hand on
the composition book Chris gave me in Chicago, that I wrote my Rolla adventure
on. My tape recorder broke. Which pisses me off because of yesterday at Bo's. In
all my random walking on Christmas I ended up at Bo's house. Since I had twenty
bucks on me I knocked on his cracked open door and asked, "Is the chronic store
open today?" He let me in and sold me twenty bucks worth of chronic. Two small
nuggets, that's it. Then he started showing off his big wad of cash and new
furniture. Then he has the gall to actually expect me to smoke him out with the
weed I just bought from him.
Then this morning I got ready to start walking downtown. I had woken up at five
and got seven hours of sleep. I checked my email and my webpage stats, ate
something, stretched, had a shot of Riovida and took off around six. The sun was
barely starting to come up. I donned my rainbow wig and sped-walked down
Guilbeau. Right after I pass Wickersham these two dudes drive by and scream,
"Victor!" They pulled over on Wickersham and I walked up. They immediately asked
me if I wanted to smoke. They said they didn't have a piece though. I had us
covered. We drove to OP Schnabel Park and smoked weed in the car. Oh yeah, one
of the guys hadn't met me, just heard about me and how I had tagged the
magistrate cell!
Anyway, I told him my story while we smoked. At first I thought I would get a
ride downtown with them and then walk back. They ended up not knowing what time
they were going. Since I had forgotten to make a PBJ and was getting hungry I
had them drop me off at my mom's house. When he dropped me off he handed me a
bag with two big quality dank nuggets!
I really shouldn't have ever gone to Bo's last night for weed. I got weed
anyway! And, I would still have twenty bucks towards a new tape recorder. But
alas.
So I came back home washed the dishes for my wonderful mom. I ate a big bowl of
Vanilla Yogurt Total and decided to write this stuff down since my tape recorder
broke. I'm still going to walk downtown with my clown wig on today. I'll have a PB&J and banana this time.
12:48pm I walked all the way to Bandera
and 410 nonstop. I had $2.35 and I wanted to buy some Buglers. I stopped by the
Chevron by the Church on the Rock(2-11-04, 1:52pm) and the greedy ass Asian lady
didn't let me buy a pouch of Buglers because I was twenty cents short. I called
her a greedy ass and went outside and took a picture. I should've taken it
inside. Then I walked to the Shell station on
410 and they were only $2.05. I
came to the other side of the highway and sat down in the grass for another smokebreak.
12:55pm Taking off.
2:00pm I walked by Ideas Unlimited
Printing at Callaghan and Bandera. I went inside to ask them how much to make a
shirt like the one I had on. These two girls liked my shirt and I was able to
put on a great presentation. They were all smiles. I even offered to smoke this
one girl Ezrah out and she came out on the
bench outside and I gave her a hit of chronic.
She listened to me a lot outside.
I told her most of my Odyssey. She's still stuck on God/Jesus. She messaged me on MySpace later on:
Blue Petals
myspace.com/graveneyez
Date: Dec 26, 2007 6:53 PM
Subject: Hello Victor
Body:
I very much enjoyed meeting you today at the Printing and T shirt place, Ideas
Unlimited, and I'm really glad you shared with me. I had a great afternoon and
took some time to walk. I went to see if you were still outside so I could give
you my card so you could ready us about your shirt. I have an idea of how to do
it the way you want without having to conform it to the 8.5" x 11" space that I
told you about earlier. Also, if you want the image to look like what you have
now, I'll need to see your shirt again, so maybe you'll stop by again.
If my home location helps you, to save time, I can meet you. I live around
Lockhill-Selma and Wurzbach.
I really hope you achieve your goals. I agree with much of what you say and do!
I just differ with the Jesus thing because the fact that it contains ancient
prophecy that is coming true... It's actually very fascinating to me, and I"m
hungry to understand more... Anyway, I'd better go.
Glad to have met you,
Ezrah
KhanCept@gmail.com
*Ezrah, if you read this and don't want your information on my site, let me know
and I'll remove it. Nothing but the truth. You don't have anything to hide, do
you? Hehe. :]*
I'm going to keep walking now.
3:18pm I didn't
walk that far. I turned
left on W Ashby to try and end up by San Pedro, so I could go check the McFarlin
tennis courts for balls. I hope I score good today. I changed my mind on that
turn and am making my way back towards Bandera. I stopped for another smokebreak
in the shade in front of 2038 Cincinatti. Later, I'm leaving. I'm all high.
4:53pm I forgot to log. I came to the
practice wall, scaled it and harvested five tennis balls for my walking stick.
Then I came to the steps nearby and had yet another smokebreak. I got all high,
again. Some family just walked by and I gave the dad my website.
6:19pm I
walked all the way
downtown. I
didn't go to Travis Park at first. I went straight to The Riverwalk. Right when
I started going down the stairs from street level
this dude walking over the
bridge screams down, "Do you have a paper?" I told him, "Yeah, always." He came
down the stairs and read my shirt. I immediately hit him up for my story and had
one captive listener. I told him the important part of the Odyssey because I
still wanted to walk on The Riverwalk. The Riverwalk ended up being all dead so
I walked to Travis Park to try and score a courtesy ride home. The 88 pulled up
and I asked the black lady driver, "I just walked twenty miles downtown..." She
said no, telling me she was on camera. I laughed at her and said, "That's right,
be afraid." Shortly after the 91 pulled up and the guy was cool. I'm going to
ride to West Telemarketing and walk the seven miles home. I'm going to read my
new book to kill the bus ride. The Story of B. Ishmael's sequel.
7:11pm I just got to the smoking cabana at
West Telemarketing. I'm going to walk down to Prue and try to get hooked up at
the Pizza Hut. If I do get hooked up at Pizza Hut I'm going to walk
Babcock to
Huebner to Eckhert and maybe Josh will be working.
7:58pm Dude, I totally called that. I
walked into Pizza Hut just to ask for some water. This cool guy with glasses,
who I think has hooked me up before, he was on the phone, so I asked this other
dude working if he could refill my water bottle. Behold, the dude talking on the
phone discreetly hands me a personal pizza, while still talking on the phone.
Score! All I asked for was water. I didn't even have to ask for food! Now I'm going to
eat and walk to Huebner. That was my deciding-factor, remember?
8:58pm About five minutes ago I got to the
Quickstuff Shell on Huebner and Eckhert, where Josh works. He was working and he
came out and said hi. I told him about my walk downtown and from West. He gets
off at ten thirty and he's going to give me a ride! Presto-manifesto! What
another blessed evening. Story-time until ten thirty!
