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hours later

indeed, it was baron. and everything went just as i hoped. the scene is nice there right now. peaceful, lovely, apparently thief and cop free, some tents, a lot of fishing. baron has a really nice little tent. small but not cluttered, comfortable and homey. its so nice right now i feel like spending a week or so. maybe a few days in a borrowed tent? i'd get a lot of good photos, enjoy the ocean, and starbucks is an easy walk. perhaps sat-sun-mon, then home.

man, its truly hard tying on this. i should get an apple keyboard and just get over myself and write a bit now and then.

yesterday everything went just like i thought (except janet was grumpier and i wasn't sure if she didn't get paid or just lied to avoid sharing. she's lost my trust because of a clear lie, based on her inability to hang onto money for more than five mins. and yo isn't quite so sterling in my eyes either. i need to get my cash back to buy smokes! had i not loaned him $20 i'd have it. he repaid generously, just not in cash. hey, that's not what i said, dude. i said i inexplicably ran short and need to last 3 more days. so you...tossed me three cigs and hopped a bus? not cool.)

on the upside, i mostly had fun, and walking out of the harbor i shot boats and striking trees and ocean till i ran out of battery, and met a fisherman and a boat builder, bot friendly and one interested in ipad. i love talking ipad.

i really want to trade the pad straight up for iphone 4 and just bite the no more unlimited att bullet in exchange for the undoubtedly better upcoming new ipad. i need to decide soon, because once the new one's out, it will be harder to do the trade. maybe. at least with techies.

if i do, do i wipe ipad clean first? i guess. maybe i should just sell to the fisherman guy for $450, add $150 and but iphone 4. cant use it till either jailbreak or i have phone service, likely the first. then save for ipad -- $650? and buy when second model comes out. wait even longer and buy a refurb. wait really long and buy an air netbook in september, then ipad near christmas -- possibly quite cheap, as ipad three might be imminent.

baron: handsome but not especially photogenic. medium. will take time to get really good stuff. harry: camera loves him. blaze: ditto, and a classic italian mug and willing to be goofy.

my new cap acquaintence: if history holds, he will give me the key to actually making an art biz, or at least some intros that end up with me getting paid.

super best case: leads, biz, visiting options, willing models and good scenery, a chunk o vegas win, then tools. then do the europe thing, small then big if it's good. then....move on or back to wandering, or on to portraits and maybe street music on ipad. phone, art, clothes, places to hop around to, good gear, a lot of freedom, many more shots.

i think mc will prove a fun, helpful, sympatic friend. i think b will be easy, smart, restful, just basically good.

g maybe the mentor i need,or just a nice friend to have. maybe i'll cometo live at the harbor /in a boat/. that is perfection, esp if it's not my boat but owner never comes around. buteven a tent is fine, just time limited i figure. but...if the miracle of no one doing something stupid happens maybe no complaints will arise and everyone can just keep fishing safely and peacefully. i'm pretty sure boat dwellers are fairly tolerant, given their own situation. maybe i'll learn a few things about boats. maybe someone will pay me to watch their boat. maybe boat folk will like my work and hire me to do their boats in vivid glory.

man, its unhatched chicken counting time!

and i'm a meager 17% charged, and left my cup, dammit. will they refue my free refill? hmmm. looks like another cpl hrs here, then chinatown to get my card, then home. or maybe the photo thingie at apple store? if i had my own, i'd be working on harbor photos right now.

i talktoo much, dazzle then overwhelm, at first. if they can keep riding the wave of words, it calms down and so far, it always turns to admiration and strong friends. it ends, but afaik never because they liked me less.

god, think of evil history roomie from years back, who married that dancer and freaked the hell out of her. i'd have advised her but rudy said no, as i was exhausted. never saw her again. never have felt good about that. did she jump into the sea? flee the island? become an addict? swear off men? start hooking with a vengeance? attack him in some way?

i wish we had talked. rudy was right tho, i was a zombie. but hey, i can still talk! maybe i'll be the first talking dead person.


more, dammit

breaks off midword and jumps into another paragraph. i don't notice because i don't touchtype on ipadkeyboard, tho i maintain its possible. i thumb type. poorly. and rarely look up.

and then, sometimes i hit a button and post or delete or insert invalid html. so it's a frustrating, incomplete mess that looks like a lunatics writing. add in my crusade for "mobile english" -- no caps or apostrophesbecause you haveto click tocallthem up -- argh. but no way i'll do pgysical journals again. if i had them now, all since 14, i'd have 36 yrars of poems sketches puzzles complaints rages insights occasional luminous passages patterns dreams reading snippets of dharma fears experime ts and so on. i estimate around 300 or more filled journals. wherewould i put them?

tho i planned to do something with the ones from sinisa to sin's death and the aftermath. i wanted to type up thetouching, deep, insaneonehegaveme. theone where he warned me andi never saw. i reread itmany times. then manny pointed it out: "traffic. attention" and some more like that. he was telling me. i didn't hear. all the fucking shit i catch, hear, see, sense -- but that i missed. this thinking can drive me mad and bring me to endless, senseless guilt. which boils down to: i should have known more than i did.

useless line of thought. you know what you knwo, and if ignorajce and blindness lead to tragedy, so they do -- shit, was that baron eho just whizzed by on a bike? not sure. only seen him twice. i'll wander over and see...whats to see.

day out

a day of surprises, activity, events i somehow knew ould happen, annoyance, some impatient hanging about, offers, propositions, evasions, detours, and treats. for me, typical. maybey this iswhy istayinsomuch. idon't really know why, other than i can. and i have no key and an erratic timesense. i'm down by the harbor. fisherman, ocean, quiet. that feel of ocean softnessand inclination to trust those who stay, in boats on ridges in groups at the little tables -- i trust that they'll mind their business, mostly. because they're peaceful. if they fish, they also have poles to mind. i feel slightly strange -- only haole, alone, a stranger. but i walk likei know where i'mgoing and no one says anything.

i was hoping to find baron, and i'm in the right place, but maybe hes sleeping or running around or doesnt sat here anymore. no way to know, and i cant check the boat because people are around. i think baron just slips in, and out early. he says its his brothers boat but i think not. i briefly, many times, considered trying to find an empty boat. but i haven't a clue what to look for, or if neighbors watch boats commonly for absent owners. no way to gracefully back out either, should tye boat be occupied. probably you have to know someone, even just a bit.

i'm hoping the fishing people think i'm a writer and get inspiration from the ocean. its true, i do, but i havent written since the stuff was stolen, and for no reason i rarely come to the harbor. i should, because i love it. for awhile it made me too sad. i kept remembering tha new years eve, with rudy and sinisa and thecroationgirl and some others. i was moody and shy, so i said little and went in the ocean to my waist. clothes will dry. vaguely i remember sinisa being disturbed, and i suddenly felt what was in his mind: that maybe i'd keep going and drown.

ignorant drama queen i sometimes am, i used body language to both dispel the notion and further it. stupid, thoughtless. i have that streak. i want to be the center of my love's world, yet with no clinging or doubt or such from them. when i love, i love. no chance i'll run or turn against unless -- after far too long in every case -- unless, until it is clear: they don't know me. they are jealous. they don't like me to roam or have friends. they wonder if i'm honest. people: no. what pulls me to you remains.

i'm uneasy, some, because i don't like to show a valuable (ipad) to strangers, alone or not. but i'm tired, i won't get in till morning, i'm hoping the baron might come by, and i believe i'm not in four line for amugging. trickery? some. force? little really, in such a wild and heedless life. i could bevery wrong. probably not tho. not ideal in any case but no way i can sit and donothing, no way i can sleep on bare ground, and i'm disinclined to see janet or yo or any apt crew, plus its late. c and h no doubt sleeping. baron...is interesting, handsome, and very nonhassel. he'ssmart and easy, as aquarians are unless you try to bind them orforce them to do wrong. i'm sure he's got a few whopper problems but they're not in force.

if he werent a thief (pro, not of friends) i'd maybe have visited a time or two, but i don't like it. someto detailing activities because its boring folks steal and are still pretty cool, but its unsafe, unworthy of respect, and ...unimaginitive. or maybe "weak" is the word i want. i have little.e sometimes, i like to bitch and despair till it fades away, i like i like to look intoto sketch (cant here) people's natur too, but i guess i choose hardsip over thieving. and currently am spared the hardship.
fuuuuuuuck and this pad jumps around sometimes, breaks off
this ipad sspacebar is shite. i hit it but mostly it doesnt do suat. trying to go back and space the words is tedious beyond belief so i dont. no one reads this, and if they ever do, well, its just occasional ramblings to pass sometime.

why i write little: poor equipment, a huge aversion to losing all my data yet again, no way to make it private (no foolproof way) because keeping it on devices or websites is only good till they go away. so i cant write many things because they involve others. i'm not in

finally the peace and time to heal and regroup i've wanted for years. an astoun


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