I found my dream trumpet, btw.
it is still purple.
$100, pawn shop in Banning, CA.

They also have awesome electric mandolins and tools and things. i have some images of spanish guitars they had, but I don't care to post them.

I will start with thursday-

only because the events that had happened within the week before can be forgotten or misplaced in time. except for the book signing for the bloggist Ruby Bell. I want to remember that that happened in February of the 11th year.

PLUG PLUG

Wait. holy shit. This is already the NEXT friday/ Saturday . oh man...

On thursday the 10th of February, my final 'safe' space was finally taken from me.

My mother's house became officially off limits to me for numerous reasons.

1. I do not have a formal paying job and trading my labor, knowledge and experience, for food, shelter, healthcare, and communal protection is not satisfactory. It wouldn't be for most people, since I cant purchase extravagantly, but I have been MORE than happy to share what i got and so have these people.

2. I got caught cooking pot cookies in that house. but seriously, if my sister didn't have such a crooked stick up her ass, she would have appreciated the care i put into it.

the color alone plus the soft buttery aroma would have let her know that the two hours I spent cooking the butter would have made ANYONE want to try one of my cookies. and it has. freaking raw vegans want to try. an anti-marijuana pro-hemp advocate was interested in my foods. enough gloating, nyna. She was so mad at me for that and because of reason number three I can't return to my mother's house:

3. The same day I was caught cooking, I was also not around earlier when my mom collapsed. Her body is not in too great of shape so she was due for a blood transfusion. so she got home from work, showered and was getting ready to drive herself to the hospital, until she collapsed. She has been known to do this- she actually has driven herself many times to the hospital because she 'didn't feel well', waited in the waiting roomfor however long, then when seeing the doctor, telling them her symptoms, shehas been considered technically/ statistically dead. My mother is okay though. But since I was not around to help, my sister considers me not useful in any way and therefore not wanted.

So as I was finishing my mixtures in baking when my sister came home, freaked out and then took it upon herself to gather all the things I had, whichfills about 2 square feet and threw it in our patio and tells me to take what i can carry and leave. If i need to store things temporarily, i can use space, NOT in the house.

Oddly enough, my ManCompanion was having this same issue with our boss and at that time was on the brink of getting disposed of like I was. He happened to be waiting outside for me with a friend of ours and as they were out and about, I just sat in the car the rest of the night crying.

The next day we threw an impromptu-ish party at our home/warehouse/studio/ company headquarters we had people in and out all day in the space, marketing, trying to sell what situation had to offer. we made no money.

we also got jipped out of money since the person organizing the business formalities did not collect the required deposit for the space from some of our vendors. It was a bit disorganized and not the scene me nor my mancompanion were expecting. But a lot of neighbors came out and they seemed alright. They just came to see what was going on. All the shit that had happened that night like the guy who got his foot stomped, things like that came from bad company. There was a lot of vibes that i was just not down for. There was one guy who got mad at me because I was smoking js w/strangers and fucking with his business. It was like, really? I am working this party too, having a fantastic conversation with some people and chillen hardcore andyou are going to reprimand me for doing what I do? Fuck that. i like to give.

my business was tampered with when one of his colleges did not pay for the space, so minimally, i am required to have a good time and AT LEAST make friends.

I thought this was funny to see in clean-up. Someone drank a budwieser with a lady straw.

In anycase, place was trashed, no one was allowed to stay the night in our psuedo domestic setups because our boss went crazy in the middle and started yelling at anyone he came across. demeaning anyone who he couldn't fuck or fuck over. (a little rude, but needed to be said)

That night we rolled out some green carpet we had stored, made a nice 20'x10' hilled meadow, and set up a tent near the parking entry. Then we projected movies all night and morning and ate chips and salami with pepperjack cheese.

At this point, saturday morning, one of the promotors came by with people to help the final stages of cleanup. We were already done so we just took apart the tent and then made a new viewing area for movies. we dragged 4 couches (one for each of us that remained) to that corner and we played cards.

Then SOMEONE had the bright idea to go snowboarding.

Three of us agreed. My man companion has snow sport equipment for two, so we loaded the well-maintained seafoam green subaru and headed out towards the route you take to vegas. We made stops... drove out... all that stuff that you pick up when you leave on a whim at 10pm or so. We made it to some town called Banning, which is in the middle south ish area of San bernardino and Riverside. I think. ... Something like that. But the greyhound station on their deserted strip only had one take off time. (I have to ALWAYS have a way 'home')

There is a casino nearby. We went to that place. but first I was taken to an outlet mall to get gussied up. The promoter did not like my attire and considers me too masculine, (but 'down as fuck so you're cool') so he bought me clothes that he didn't understand how I pulled off. I like old lady clothes, so he bought me an old lady dress that somehow I STILL made sexy. I was also given shirts and undergarmets. I guess I was just that dirty looking.

cigarette break.

My passport had expired the day before we got there so I was watched like I was the only thing in there. I wasn't able to drink or gamble. not that I needed to, but its cool. I did my nyna thing... wandering while everyone with me wonders what the hell happend to me.

We got back to the room, drank a lot and played rummy. I didn't understand how to play until the last night there. I just kept making really really aesthetically appealing card arrangements then placing them down, then saying, "I think I'm done." then everyone was like, :what are you doing? that hand doesnt even make sense;

I was just really really high.

"well yeah, a hobbit would carry a hobbit up a mountain. it just makes sense."

A little nonsense... yaddah yaddah, broken doors, mean concierges, etc.... normal things for some people. but not me. So i refused to let my ManCompanion speak first. I dont want to be looked at like I am up to no good. Cause we are not. We were also called one of the worst psychic pairs you can come across. Which was funny in itself. Apparently people want us to use some of our skills for things other than healing. ha ha.

next morning/afternoon we get back to the warehouse with his things piled by the door. Our arrangements and collections of things completely redone and arranged to be as someone else would have wanted.

Now was another one of those times where you have 5 minutes. Get what's most important to you and get out. He grabbed his medical supplies and I grabbed a change of clothes and our garden. As we had our arms full, we realized our ride promoter friend was gone. he ditched us. he ditched us with some of our more monetarily valuable possessions like our video projector and xbox (which was someone elses).

I love the world. Such good people seem to be coming out and spreading such good examples of humanity.

We loaded up my MC's car with all the trash and recycling (still our responsibility) and our things and we just drove.

we landed at his moms house and she gave us tea and pastries and gave us good momma advice. i was like, 'damn, she doesn't even know everything and she STILL says the right things.'

go moms.

Then we leave, and I call my grandma. She has been wanting to meet my companion for a while, so i was like, lets have dinner! and shes like, yes! come over. So we all hang out, and it was a freaking trip. Thats all Ill say.

we stayed the night, took a walk, talked about health solutions and religion. She cracked jewish grandma jokes, and everyone was happy. We gave her one of our flowers from our garden. We did our laundry, left it there to dry and left for Santa Monica for one of his clients we needed to see.

We expected to get back because we like my grandma, and her house has a lot of good uses of natural energy. from the architecture itself to the use of solar sky lights and all that jizz jazz. I also like her books. My man C likes the choice of art in her house.

On our way to this person in Santa Monica's apartment, the cops pulled us over for going the wrong way in a one way. obviously... we were lost. but that dont matta. It was a little complicated and it was all in the process to get this and that which we had all the documents proving that, but not the proof that he owned the car itself. anything you can imagine that people could have wrong, it was. so they impounded the car. We had to walk the rest of the way to the person's house.

This person had just gotten back from hawaii and had suffered a moped accident while over there and needed recovery. Her leg was FULL of stagnant toxins and hospital doctors said she would loose her leg, so we both did some work on her. By the end of the hour her leg was clear and more centralized to the injury itself. Man, the glands in her foot were pumpin!!!! shes cool now... her current puss is normal colored.

and now, we got nothin.

i think we decided we were going to try to be normal.