Toutes les époques sont des époques de transitions. Nous savons une seule chose de l'avenir - ou plutôt des avenirs -, c'est qu'il ne ressemblera pas au présent.
Jorge Luis BORGES


Day 51

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pm (85F)

Rides = nil
Arrival = Newport Beach
KM travelled = nil
$ spent = $4.00
Time passed on the road = nil
km walked = 6




Bad news. I have lost Maurice. It is incredible, I am stunned. She was in my side bag and she kept jumping out. I kept running after her and putting her back in the bag. We were walking on a street where there were many used car dealerships. It was hot and the little pennant flags were almost motionless. She flew out with a tiny cry and ran under a parked car. I searched on my knees for my little black cat. "Maurice, Maurice, come back! Come back here!" She would look at me with her big yellow eyes sitting under a large rusty muffler. As soon as I would get closer she would rush away to the next big muffler. We played the game for a while and then Maurice decided that she would run further and further until I could not see her anymore. I kept shouting her name in the parking lots. She vanished. The last time I saw her was under a green Chrysler.

I was bummed out. I felt so bad. I just got her the night before. I kept walking along the street looking all over for her. Then I walked by an older woman who was pushing a shopping cart with a chair in it. I said hi and she asked me if I wanted the make a little money. I said yes, of course. She had to bring 4 chairs to the Real Estate store, just down the street. It took me 15 minutes do do the job. She opened her purse and pulled out a big five dollar bill. That was the easiest money that I ever made. I think that she wanted to help me out. Anyway I thanked her.

I walked from Costa Mesa to Newport Beach. Rick, another friend of Jeffrey's, invited me to crash at his place. Jeffrey, Mike, Susan and the rest of the gang were there. We ate more of those magical brownies. This time, everybody made a point of emphasizing how potent those brownies were before I started eating. I was planning to leave in the morning and they were all concerned about it. They warned me about the dangers lying ahead, especially in Texas. They really thought that bad things were happening there. Rick gave me a good knife and a can of pepper spray. He said: "You never know when you might need this." I also purchase a Black Beauty, methamphetamine pill. I thought that I might use it if I needed to stay more alert on the road.

- Daniel



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