December 16, 2004
Venice Beach, California, USA

2:02am. Diane, Mel, Arlo from Momasutra and I chilled in Mel's hot tub tonight. Mel has made a heaven for herself this a shady hood-- near Lincoln and Rose. My bike got taken from the top of my car infront of her house.

At the moment, Diane is crawling into bed with Mel, feeling sad cuz she's missing her car keys. I'm crashing on the couch. I've only had to sleep in my spaceship once in the past couple weeks. I'm becoming a pro surfer.

Yesterday on the boardwalk I hooped, beaded dragonflies and attempted to sell hammocks-- it's been my regular gig since the Spaceship is not Moving far. I got a spot staked out where palm trees are perfectly spaced to sling hammocks. Rob Dew got hooked up with one for all he's helped me with, and Candice traded me two hoops and twenty bucks. Freaky Freddy wants two, and got a dragonfly too. I even though it is a great spot, I have yet to figure out how to sell well. "Feel free to take advantage of the hammocks." I say to by-passers, or try to draw attention by swinging or just looking comfy making dragonflies.

Last night, Karen Sugerman took me to dinner with her Agape Church Earth Spirit group at Bamboo, a Caribean restarant, then I went home with Jameela to decorate her Christmas tree. I'm dying. Must shut eyes. 2:22AM