Sun. 10-27-02

Today's been kinda' crazy I guess. I ended up callin' the cops on Don. We came back from gettin' our breakfast & Don tells us he's takin' a day off (not that he does any work)- but he wasn't gonna' let us work. So I started yellin' at him again. Then I storm in the boat, grab his phone & call the cops. While we were waitin' for 'em to show, Brett & I are speakin' our minds. Pretty much tellin' everything we've been tellin' each other, & everything we've been wanting to say. The cops get there & I tell him what's goin' on, then he talks to Don & comes back w/ the contract. & that's where we screwed up, so the sheriff couldn't do much. He was real nice to me & everything & I could tell he felt bad, but he couldn't do anything. So, we had to get all our **** off the boat & give Don his keys. Brett was in the bathroom prayin' while I was talkin' to the sheriff. He prayed that God has the right thing happen. Whatever happens, God have happen. So I guess God wanted us the **** away from that demon! (Oh my gosh! I was freaking out!)

So now we're at Venice Beach watchin' a basketball game. It's sunny & warm today. God wants us to rest! Take a break finally & relax! We've got a few days to do just that! A guy named Louie, that we've talked to before (he's also called Don a lyin' *******) came right over & let us put all our **** on his boat & told us we can come up & sit on it whenever we want. He's right across from Don, so we can watch & make sure he ain't ruining the boat- or doing anything.

Okay-while I'm waitin' by the payphone to call my mom again, 'cause it's busy & she won't get off the phone, I'll write some more. Louie's lettin' us sleep on the boat-out on top, under a tarp. He's got a big nice boat. He says he goes to work at 10:00 & Brett asks him what kinda' work he does. He's an artist he says. Brett's like,"So are we", blah, blah, & Louie says, "I do silk screening... ya' heard of the artist Andy Warhol?"
"Yeah! We love Andy Warhol!" says Brett
"Well, I do silk screens of his art." says Louie.
He worked with/for him! He knew him! Anyway, Louie's a real good guy. We biked into Santa Monica today after we cooked our little organic shells & cheddar w/liquid aminos (oh, aren't we cool!)- & saw a buncha' people playin' dumb*** pop songs on the street lined w/ stores & I saw a baby Rot! A little Inka! So cute! (Oh- Brett surprised me w/ a large coffee!- went on the Santa Monica pier.) Then we biked along the coast on a bike path into Venice & we went to a couple big drum circles on the beach, Brett played his sax a bit. Now we're layin' on the boat. I talked to my mom. I wanted to call her, 'cause we were lookin' at the boat & Don popped his head out & told me she called & Brett told him that he'd still help w/ the U-Haul too. He kinda' has to, in order for us to be sure to get our stove & fridge. & to make sure he don't take anything off the boat.