It is Tuesday and absolutely gorgeous. It is the second day in a row for this weather. Before Monday, the weather was treacherous. I'm still trying to figure out why I was arrested last Tuesday. I'm still scratching my head and smirking. Sidenote: When the police arrested me, while they were asking me facts about myself, they asked for my telephone number. I wonder WHY. Well, it doesn't matter. It's irrelevant to what I'm focusing on these days in my life. I found a recliner in Santa Monica sitting pretty in a parking lot of a store. That's where I've been sleeping for two days. It's not bad. There are, I think, two other homeless people who sleep on the ground of the parking lot. I guess I'm smarter. They haven't occupied the recliner yet. I'm still scratching my head.
I should be going to the D.P.S.S. agency either Thursday or Friday. Last week really delayed me. I saw Guns n Roses perform live in Lisbon, Portugal for the Rock N Rio Music Festival. How? It was on the internet. I bet you're still scratching your head.
"Crazy Thing To Do Today" thought: Tell a Beverly Hills cop to go "Fuck him/her self".
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