Sun 10-6-02

Chilled at Mariah's from like noon-4 (she had to work), made our last box of Annie's & got high a few times. Our breakfast this morning was apples (not yet ripe) from some tree. After Mariah's, we went behind some building to see if we couldn't set up the tent for a second try. We had tried the night before. Then I bought us some "herbavore" pizza. Mushies, tomatoes, artichoke hearts, peppers. It was **** good. We waited half an hour for it & right as I was going to get it, Brett says he's goin' for a walk. So I get the pizza & start eating. I thought maybe Brett was just goin' to pee, but it was takin' forever, so then I thought maybe he went to get some soy to drink. Anyway, he came back & I guess he was on the building we were sitting under. So he was right above me the whole time. But um, while I was sittin' there by myself, eating, I imagined someone (or some people) comin' up to me & asking for some pizza. I imagined how much I would not want to give any up, because I was enjoying it so much. Then, whaddaya' know- some kid walks up & asks for a piece in exchange for a tape or something! I gave him a piece of mine & we took up his offer & he gave us a tape of live Grateful Dead. As he left & said, "Well, I gotta' head up to my camp," I thought- wouldn't that be ****** up if he was the dude that took the tree!? Cause I had a feeling he was. Then Brett says somethin' like, "That was the guy in the tree yesterday." & we both freak out & head up to the tree as fast as we could. But we also stopped at a grocery & Brett got some soy & bought us a banana & 2 candy bars. We got to sleep in the tree! We listened to that tape & it was SO nice for a while, 'cause we haven't listened to music all that much lately. We freaked out earlier, listening to Goo at Mariah's.

Just saw some weird **** as I was waitin' for Brett to get our coffee. Some kid posted some **** on the door of the building & me & some woman were readin' it- now I'm over hearin' some girl talk about it.- Anyway, the students (to register) have to have their fingerprnts & photographs taken & something else, for international security reasons. & if they don't comply, they get punished- loss of financial aid & somethin' else. I can't remember. Then there's like 3 seals on it. One of the white house & president Bush is the signer. Although it's typed. The woman was like, "I'd see if it's legit." Whatever. I think the end MIGHT be beginning!

I guess we're ******* bombing Iraq! ******! No!!! It ******* sucks & I feel rotten for living in America. I guess also, that one of the reasons Bush gave his national televised speech, was that, well, he (or one of 'em-or some ****) tried to kill my daddy once. WHAT THE ****!? That's THE most selfish reason for going over & bombing, KILLING a million innocent people. In God we trust my ******* ***! Mariah ran into us & I guess there's gonna' be some rally at noon. A lotta' ******' good that's gonna' do. Brett & I were just about to smoke a bowl, but he had to go to the bathroom, so now I'm waitin' in between some trees, watchin' our things. I hope my mom ain't freakin' out. She probably will once I call her. She'll probably want me to come home. I'm not.

I just finished praying. I'm watching our stuff again. Brett said he had to go back. He had something to say. "What if you don't come back?" I ask. "Just pray," he says. So I did. We went to the rally. Good poetry. A bad band. Brett commented on a poster that read: There's a terrorist behind every Bush. Then he laughed & said, there's 2 of 'em behind us. I looked at the 2 men that didn't seem to fit in. All suited up & ****. A girl walks up to the mic. Brett says, "see, look at 'em." & he starts to walk up to the mic. I follow. One of the men tries to move the woman. To shove her over. She gets on the mic. The man does too. Brett walks up & turns off the mic. He says something but I can't hear him. The man says, "I'm the FBI." Brett looks at the crowd & points to the man & says "FBI, FBI!" I shout, "We're not gonna' listen to you!" Some hippie man grabs Brett like, "NO! Let him speak. Let him dig his own grave." We turn around to leave, me shouting "Blah, blah, blah!" Now we're sitting in the woods & Brett's pissed because he says he didn't do what he was supposed to do for God. He says he heard one of the dudes behind us doin' a mantra. Sayin' the **** under his breath. He says we were there in that same corner of them 'cause he was supposed to **** w/him. Which he did spiritually. Tellin' him he's gonna' burn in hell forever & how does it feel? The guy heard him spiritually. So now Brett's freakin' out & I'm kinda' scared & this town is TOO small! Brett said when he went back there, there were cops all over & the people weren't even talkin' about it anymore. They were talkin' 'bout lesbian rights or somethin'. Brett says the girl they stopped probably had a mark on her. Was probably on their list for other reasons & that gave them the reason to stop her. The **** the one guy started saying... "This is a theatre group, it's all staged..." Brett says he's heard before. Anyway, I gotta' stop writing now.

We're back at the marsh. The place w/all the trees to sit on. We got high & now Brett's playin' some crazy sax & I just got done pickin' blackberries & havin' a treat. On our way out of the woods, some guy walked by us. We had changed shirts. (Well, Brett did. I just took my glasses off & put a scarf on my head.) Anyway, this guy looked just like the youngest cop in this town. & he was walkin' like a cop & had the glasses on. & now I'm just hopin' I can take us out soon, to the vegetarian cuisine place.

Brett came & picked berries w/me. He kept callin' 'em blueberries & so I kept correcting him. We smoked more & left. On our way to the veggie place, Brett stopped to see the hours of the place we get free food from. They were open, he got bread. I got bread. Then we biked to Safeway & got some **** to put on the bread. Bread, bread, bread! Blah blah------weeeeeeeeee! (& we had snickers) :)