palo_alto burden Watch the way it sits, hanging on dearly, clearly. Two colors. Squeeze: she's a queen. Frigid gator, come on... I know you have more. Boom. 010716 ... girl_jane ...is county in which I live. 020829 ... girl_janes_correction *is the county... 020829 ... stork daddy boo to that! 020830 ... lobsterman pacifica! 020830 ... radiohead freakizh of the future i'm ok. how are you? thanks for asking, thanks for asking. 020830 ... tourist It had been a strange day all around. I had left my best boots back in Jane's apartment in San Francisco, but had failed to discover this until I was well on the way south. The redes had been shoet little hops, usually several exits at a time down 101, and then I got stuck at an on ramp with some guy with a swastika tattoo on his arm heading the same direction I was going. But mercifully only about three exits down the road, I was heading to San Jose, not some state of racial stratification, so I could hold my tounge for a while and let this Moron ramble. Once that was behind me I was Picked up by an Elderly Black Gentleman, who started complaining about how the Young Black men in his neighborhood were all up to no good. Stealing and doing drugs and such. I tried to find some bright side to things, that maybe life would turn around for some of them, but it wasn't easy. I thanked him for the ride, as he dropped me off on an exit ramp in Palo Alto. I walked to the other side of the road and set my Pack down assesing the on ramp. No room to pull over down by the freeway so I'd have to fish for rides near the top of the ramp. Fewer cars,fewer possibilities. After several minuites a police car stops and calls me over to tell me I can't hitch hike on the ramp and I should go back to where a sign is posted, I agree and pick up my gear walking back to the sign post looking up to read NO STOPPING ANY TIME. Very funny officer friendly. I was about to pick up a piece of tin foil laying on the ground to fold over the top of the sign so it would read Stoping Any Time, when my paper San Jose sign pulled over a car. A Young Black Dude gets out and says "Man ain't Nobody gonna pick you up here, Come on I'll take you to San Jose" He opens his trunk and tells me to put my pack in. As I get in the car he drives off toward East Palo Alto, Not the on ramp to 101. 020831 ... tourist I look over at the dude as he asks if I got any gas money, I say I got about 5 dollars and he continues to drive deeper into the neighborhood saying that his mama's a drug addict and all sorts of tragic shit like that, askin' me if I got any Drugs on me, "Nothing but some penacillin and some aspirin". You sure five dollars is all you got? he says. "Listen man You can just let Me out here, Shit I'll walk back to 101." No man I want to take you to san Jose. Just let me stop by my mamma's house an all. "Listen man I'll Give You the 5, Just drive me back." What if I was to Shoot your ass, he says reaching down beside his seat. "Well my ass would be shot, but you'd still only get $5 for it." This went on for about 10 min. or so then he finally drove me back to the freeway. We got out and I waited for him to open the trunk. He did so smiling as he took my 5 dollar bill he said, "Well I guess I taught you Something." Yeah, Fuck you very much. As he drove off I crossed the ramp and was picked up by the next vehicle that came by. A pick-up truck with a young white dude who was going all the way to San Jose. He handed me over a small pipe loaded with hashish and said, "Fire it up Man." 020831 ... :_) wasn't smart enough to get into Stanford. so i just settled for mommy buying me lots of clothes at their shopping center. 040203 what's it to you? who go blather from