Monday, August 24, 2009

Mon. 11-4-02

I'm going to start about half way through this entry. Augustino ended up helping us into the slip, & then we ran errands/stopped at the library, etc..........

I think we did alright on our first night in the slip, but we made a little too much noise. Brett had to piss twice & he was goin' through the hatch, leavin' black footprints on the boat & makin' way too much noise. I had to go once & went through the door, after we decided it was stupid to use the hatch, besides the fact that it obviously looks like yr sneakin'. We burned our nag champa before we went to sleep & it was sooo yummy. Oh yeah- there were lights on in the boat next to us, the one that's for sale, & for some reason they were still on early this mornin'. Anyway, this mornin' we got up & out at 8:00 & signed up for free food tomorrow at the Bread & Roses Cafe. Yay! & my mom put the $1,000 in! I'm so incredibly grateful to her! I have to call her & my dad tomorrow. & we just bikes pretty far for Brett to sign up for GA. He's in line right now. The real sloppy writing at the bottom of pg 112 is 'cause we were walkin' a little ways to the building. He's gettin' helped now, I hope we get some food stamps today! That would help so much! But I dunno' what's goin' on. Here he comes-he just sat down & filled some crap out, now he's up & waiting again. I'm so hungry right now! & tired! We went to bed too late. I want some food & coffee! Oh well. Some guy just came in & said a buncha' things that will make these people ineligible. & one was, if you're here for food stamps & you have a felony or drug charge, you're not eligible. Brett might have a felony here. I'm gonna' read my little bible now.

Oooh-kay- it's 2:00 & we're still here, but they close at 3:00, so Brett should be called before then. We're both incredibly hungry & we still have a long bike ride ahead of us. Speakin' of- I hope our bikes are okay. I mean, we locked them up, so-whatever. Brett should be called w/in the next half hour.

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