Part One
The Laguna Beach Adventure

arrived around 12:30 AM, jumped on the bike and began to ride.
started asking around with locals about hostiles, shelters or safe places to crash. no real responses, so i kept going down pch. ran into a great guy named Parry who said if i rode up to the police station they could help me out, gave me directions and said that if they couldn't help then i could crash at his place.
so i cruised on up the hill and over where i saw two officers standing at the circle K eating cheese danishes and drinking coffee. stopped at the stop sign and continued to ride up next to them. one officer asked the opther "you have your ticket book with you?"
the first words out of my mouth were "excuse, do you know where a homeless shelter is?" thank god i said that otherwise according to officer dick, i didn't stop at the sign or have any lights on my bike. something like 200 bucks in fines.
told me there was a 3 week waiting list, and i'd be better off gettihng out of town. otherwise i might get a loitering ticket which was a misdemeanor.
bastards.

so i rode up to the station, where after being harassed 5 times in one hour, i lost hope in laguna beach cops.
waited for parry and then we went over, he bought me a veggie plate and water. plus something that was supposed to make me more virile.

we ended up talknig and hanging iout till 6 am and not going to sleep all day. welll, i slept in his truck on the errand drive around long beach, newport and costa mexico. i fixed his comp and speakers, gave me 50 bucks 3 packs of cigs and his email. it was now 4 pm on saturday. that's where this entry will end.

just a note of latter importance.
i don't pop that way. i hate the fact that my music is becoming a trend.

i really hate that.