This morning I woke up per usual. Whines right after sun light touches the sky. But I received a message frin two friends, Jake and Berlin, who were wondering if it was indeed my Bugus sitting in the same Walmart parking lot. I already had my table set up by the time they got over and we hung out in the walmart parking lot I sold three pieces of jewelry and got a few donations. All in all I would not consider this a hot spot for money, but at the least the sun was shining and it got very warm.
I had some issues starting the bus in the afternoon, I really suspect it to be glow plug problem because spraying some wd40 down the vent got it to fire. This, however, required an ardeous trip with a very tired Galixy. He may be running a low fever. He didn’t nap at all today but he was beyond cranky almost all day.
Once the bus was warmed up, we went to a small smoke shop, called Queen Bees. She’s locally owned and operated and features locally blown glass and other smoking accessories. I needed papers, but considering I just lost my pipe I paid the extra $5 and purchased a pipe not made in China. I know, I spend a lot of time at Walmart and it hurts when I purchase things from them vs. locally owned Ace Hardware or a small Outdoor store, but we all know that they sell things for a cheaper and those cents in cash matter when I don’t feel fluid. Maybe that’s a problem. I need to act fluid and screw walmart. Locally owned stores can give me permission to set up my little stand on their property and then I could legitimately chill there. Small towns off the beaten path are better for that. Down here along the 10 is hard because it’s the only warm place for the US in winter which makes it completely blown up with travelers. In the summer we all spread out and some even stay in the South, so it’s not such an overflow, though obviously there’s always Hot Spots.
Berlin, Jake, and I were talking about making a Price is Right Dirty Kid video clip. All the items would have to be before tax anyway because there’s too many states without Sales tax to not know the price of a Gas jug, water jug, 5gal bucket, tent (walmart basic and REI edition), SideWalk slam (an alcoholic drink containing a Four Loco and a beer, God does the Sidewalk come up fast after consumption XD, just kidding, I never biffed it, but it is quite potent), Animal adult onesie, set of tires etc. It would be a great way to get People educated on our culture. With a lot of entertainment because we all like ridiculous things. We also spoke of other youtubers that have videos such as “how to jimmy rig on the side of the road” (not sure if this is the actual title. but I will look into it!)
I took the kids to a park off Espina. It was a big open grassy area. The playset was a fair size but there weren’t any people. I let the kids and animals out to play and unwound for a minute.
We played for a little while, before this little boy of about seven with stalky build came up on a scooter. He first looked around the bus, then walked to his house, but returned after a few minutes. He quietly walked around, pet Chikkie and Rhea, but only observed the boys without really showing any interest in interacting with them. After a bit, I engaged him in conversation with actually led to a full blown conversation about life. We covered subjects like “being a kid you get the least rules ever of your lifetime and he should enjoy it and not yearn for the ‘freedom of adulthood'”. He also said once, “if there’s one thing I’ll never do, it’s drugs,” which I mentally scoffed a little at his lovely naiveness, but asked him if that’s a subject he covered in school. He said yes and mentioned the D.A.R.E. program. I never took it, but I hear they force a lot of negativity without any real education and lots of fear mongering. If they educated properly I would agree with the program Just saying.
To the boy, I wish I had asked his name, I just replied, “Well, if you’re only gonna not do one thing ever, I think it would be better to focus on not hurting people ever. Being kind, I think, is very important.” He really took in my statement and we considered a couple of his thoughts about it which also led us to talk about being kind to the earth, because our human race has been unkind to our planet. Before all was said and done we also spoke of the apocolypse. he thinks it’ll be a poisonous dust that will be visible in the air and a lot of people will die, but some will mutate and some will survive. I admire the human in him to assume we deserve not to be extinct But I also trust this soul. He has a deepness in him and maybe he has thought about it too much, influenced by his father and grandpa, but we don’t know yet.
Another thing I’ve observed in our people here lately is that many think the United States is the center of the world. That everything has to do with this area and we area affecting every little government movement. Of course, conspiracy theories, but I also mean, like when I spoke of Child Slave soldiers coming back to my times of promoting memberships for Amnesty International on the streets of Vienna, my friend immediately jumped to the kids of America being sold into third world countries. They couldn’t afford those kids if they tried. My point being that regardless of the bubble we escape, there is always such a much larger bubble we haven’t even broken open yet. The universe is infinite with knowledge and that thought is what actually got my teenage obsession with vampires started. What a romantic idea to be able to while away for thousands of years exploring the reaches of this world alone. But why are immortals not visible to us in this day and age like Anne Rice’s Lestat, breaking into the media proclaiming truth. They’ve fluffing left. If they ever existed. They realized, “hey! Space!” Persecution on what planet? fuck y’all and your condemning humanity. Again, Just saying thoughts here. Who’s gonna write the novel about Space Vampires? I’d read it.
The Playground ended because Galixy found an Airhead stuck to the ground and proceeded to eat it, chunk by chunk as the little hard specks barely came off with his prying fingers. He screamed bloody murder when I tried to pull him off of it, and tried his best to get back to the sticky mess on the ground. It went as far as his kicking and screaming all the way back to the bus. The boy had to help by carrying Chikkie. He offered more than willingly and awfully politely. When I grabbed Chikkie from him and said farewell, I told him he’s got this life thing. Just take deep breaths and enjoy it. I had told him earlier that “anything is worth failing at, if it’s worth doing.” He should be proud of his failing because it means he tried and he’s just that much closer to getting it just right. I should’ve given that kid a shiny. Something that’s not just words to hold on to. Maybe he’ll be there again if we go there tomorrow. It’s not like he could overlook the Bugus.
We’re back at the Walmart. We played some Uno, as in, I played verbally through three hands of Uno. Multiple times. It was pretty fun, and the boys stayed with it, so I feel like it’ll be a regular game. Teach them some strategy and matching, besides sign recognition. We ate noodles after a little visit. I’m proud to say, my bus can almost comfortably host 4 mellow kids and three adults. And I can still do a spin in my kitchen. That’s quite the achievement for a 4 window bus. The boys needed to go to bed early, though. They were both tired. We read the ABC book about the girl with the friends that have names beginning with each letter of the alphabet. Only one is exceptional. “W is for Winnie. Winnie’s hair whips whimsically… in the winter wind briskly. While Winnie’s dog Willie… wags his wiggly tail wildly.” I could not make this up. why the weird elipses mid sentences?
I went outside to write and smoke and two girls from the laundromat the other day pulled up. They brought me some Wendy’s. Nice girls from Cuba who moved here four months ago. Now I’m getting tired, I wrote a phrase twice in one sentence. I’m going to go continue reading this amazing book about female travelers I will write about another time. Spoiler alert: it’s fascinating perspectives.
I guess that’s improper use of “spoiler alerts.” I have one half drafted email I still need to attend to. I promise I never purposfully ignore people. Sidetracked and busy.
Loving you!
Matilda the Bugus 