i have a list of wack events tonight that kind of balance each other out, i'm writing it kinda fast, more telling than showing...you know:

i go meet up mike davis (black kid ive known since grade school who has always liked to get a rise out of me), and my other buddies we get some pot from our friend "ducky" who we think is an unreliable dealer, everyone but me was talking trash about him before we picked up from him.we get the pot, i split up with my friend nick and toke, i decide to go to cub foods (huge grocery store)

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im biking around in my chrome Redline BMX bike I got when i was about ten years old, it is a reliable bike, my dad's mountain bike is malfunctioning so i have to ride ole' chromie.

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i go to cub all stoned off my ass and buy a long john and zours for a dollar 25, i was going to pay with my 10 but then i realized if i opened up my wallet infront of that guy he would see my pot, so instead i get the change i had wanted to spend on coke at a 50 cent machine close to my house.i get out of cub, and check my wallet near a tree in a hill of rocks slanted diagnolly, it wasn't very wise to choose such an unsteady base to lock my bike, i thought.my remaining 10 dollar bill of 5 ones is gone, so i wonder what happened to it, (it was raelly dark when i took out my money when i gave my 5 one dollar bills to joe.) or (it fell out while i was poised to collect my 5 dollar share of pot into my ten dollar bill.

now i can't remember if i had the ten at that point or not

i leave cub finally after fucking with my lock around the tree and in the rocks.i see something shiny in the rocks surrounding cub, it was the bottom of a glass bottle, or some circular shaped glass piece with ridges around the circumference.the number 14 is on the piece of glass i just noticed.

then i see a black cat meowing at me, i stare at it for about thirty seconds then ride my bike slowly to the cat, it keeps it's distance from me but when i stopped it licked itself casually and didn't feel the need to run.i get a piece of the long john out, just a dough part and throw it halfway to the cat and it sniffs it and then rubs against my legs.i was a little surprised, then left.

also,

earlier this night i was stopped by a cop because i don't have a light guiding my bike.they cost five bucks at WALMART according to the officer.

and Now, i realize i have cut my pinky and there is blood drying around the wound because i started writing this when i noticed it.

i picked up a positive attitude right away on my way back.cinco de chocobo was playing on my iriver, i gotta be happy.

So, the main events in this time are:

• 1. Buying weed, pitching in my 5 for a shitty 20 sack.
  
• 2. Getting stoned behind my friend Nick's parent's charity house.
  
• 3. Losing my 10 dollar bill.
  
• 4. Glass relic for my bad luck, and
  
• 5. Meeting with a black cat, (of the few or more i have seen this week, no joke.)
  
• 6. Befriending the black cat.

I don't usually investigate bad luck, or karma.But the weekly occurence of black cats is true.And I don't care that much about the ten anymore.I have plenty of money to waste.

On the positive list:

• 1. Zours
  
• 2.Awesome long john donut
  
• 3.Weed
  
• 4. Comfort of own home
  
• 5. Secret of Evermore
  
• 6. iRiver

- Dudley <- 3:00:33 am, wednesday, july 27th, 2005 pdt
- RedCappy <- 3:02:12 am, wednesday, july 27th, 2005 pdt