Brett & I sat in the hot sun yesterday, drinking coffee & writing poetry at the plaza. Then we moved to the marsh & continued writing & sharing it all w/each other. We're kinda' plannin' on doin' an open mic at Jacoby's Storehouse. I can't- oh yeah- it's on Monday. The day before we might leave. Anyway, I'm sittin' in the laundromat in this dirty hippie dress I took from Cassie (she was gettin' rid of clothes) & I'm gonna' throw it away soon. I've got a few pages left of my book,as well as in this notebook. So I've gotta' buy a new notebook & Sexual Politics & find room for it all. Brett's gettin' change for the machines to eat up.
- I'll skip just a bit here. As a small note for this day, I wrote ("Funny how freaked out we were of the giant crickets!) These things would only come out at night. We never saw them in the tree during the day. But whenever we woke up at night to go to the bathroom, they would be all over the inside wall of the tree. Just sitting there, looking at us. I always thought they were wondering who in the world we were & what we were doing in their home! I described them as spider crickets. They looked like a mix of the two, & they were very large, with very big back legs. Brett always chose to climb the inside wall of the tree & pee off the top. I would hold our flashlight for him, so he could be sure not to touch one! I chose to crawl out the little doorway. Ya had to get down on yr hands & knees & really crawl for a bit, to squeeze yrself out. Brett would then hold the flashlight for me, to make sure I wasn't rubbing my back against the things! They were polite hosts though, all they did was look at us. They never hurt us or came near us. At least not that we know of! -
Some guy at the laundromat starts talkin' to us about our instruments, music & I let him play my viola a little. Then he shares somethin' w/us that has just blown his mind. A buncha' **** about how life is a never ending cycle. Okay- no ****. That's cool. He's talkin' all this crazy science ****, that- yeah- is knowledge- but he's missing the main *******, important thing that ******' links it all together. GOD! & he's cool. We tell him that no-God isn't a ******' 3 letter word, you know? Words are words, & sometimes they can't explain ****! I tell him I'd rather read the bible. Just so he knows where I stand. You know? Um... & yeah, Brett's right. He's lookin' for God, but he just doesn't know it.Well, God's lookin' for him too. & I'm just frustrated that we couldn't be those messengers for God. That I don't know my bible well enough, to open it up to something that'll let him know. That'll blow his mind.I mean, I just feel so bad for the guy. & he tells us, when we're leavin', to spread the word. SPREAD WHAT ******' WORD!? The only word we should be spreadin', is GOD"S. Not pointless **** that only leads up to God.Spread the raw ***** man. But he kinda' got it. I mean, the three of us weren't arguing w/each other or anything. No, no yellin'. Anyways, I just bought my book. 3 bucks & 78 cents. We're goin' to Mariah's later, so Brett's gettin' some food to cook. & some blank tapes so we can record some good music she has. I'm gonna' read.
We're at Mariah's. I came back from going to buy some fruit & Brett's on the phone w/Kit. He had called for Mariah, but she's not here. Kit's supposedly gonna' be here on Tuesday- the day we plan on leaving. So Kit tells Brett he dropped out of school & is deciding between a million things things to do w/his life right now & that he's gonna' go back to be a lawyer or some ****, even though he loves writing & he's got like one semester left of English. & that no! we shouldn't go to L.A. & live on sailboat. -Kit!- you've done that w/Brett already! What do you mean don't!? Huh? He says what Brett & I are doin' is good. Somethin' strange. So Brett says, "Dude, then get a bike & do it w/ me & Cristy." "No man, I gotta' go back to school."
& he's renting an apt. w/ Eric. & he tells us we should come BACK! WHAT KIT? I'm sad because I think he's losing his mind. Turnin' into somebody else. I'd like to think that if we stayed a while longer- which would just suck to do, I wanna' move again!- I could sit him down & talk w/him. But Brett says there's no common ground when talkin' to him (which I experienced w/ their last little bout). Unless maybe you tie him to a chair & put a rag around his mouth. But I think I could get SOMETHING through to him!
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