Eugene

Stuck me thumb out in Eureka and got ride with this bad ass Native American girl who was listening to some bad ass Native music with lovely passionate chanting, drums, and other native instruments. She was conscious and strong. She dropped me off at a good place to get out of town. Then a homeless dude with a dog smoking cigarettes stopped and asked if I needed a ride. He wasn't going very far so I considered waiting for another ride. I asked the dog what he thought and in a gruff voice he said, " Get in." The homeless dude gave me a 15 mile ride to this place Clam Beach. I got there and I saw one person I knew then I saw this other biker looking native flute player I saw a couple days ago when I was trippin. He was talking to a beautiful dog in Cherokee at the open mike in Eurtweeka. I said hey to him and he said I should hang out, get a good nights rest, and start traveling in the morning. I was set on getting out of Cali so I respectfully declined his invitation and said I would be back if I couldn't find a ride. I started walking down the highway close to dusk and figured I'd find a little piece of woods if I couldn't find a ride. A mini van stopped and a beautiful gypsy head popped out and said that they were pretty full but they would give me a ride if I wanted. I sat on my bag on the side next to the sliding side door and was in a van packed with a bunch of anarchist, punk, gypsy, traveling musicians. Two bands that sometimes combined into a super band. One girl played the saw, one an accordion, one a washtub bass, and one fella played banjo, one was a another bad ass accordion player, and another played some drums. All of them were proficient on multiple instruments. They were going right where I wanted to go and I thought how lucky I was to listen to the cool canine. We got to Eugene and one of the fellas who played the accordion accidentally directed us to where we wanted to go and he made a wish in the car that there be some chocolate filled croissant in the dumpster. On the dumpster were 5 croissants and 3 or 4 were chocolate filled. Next to them were 3 full cakes. The next day we saw this punk who bought a piece of the cake and asked him how much that delicious slice cost and he said 4 dollars and something. They were like 25 dollar cakes. The night we got here they showed me a dope roof to crash on and I did so for a few days. We busked for half the day and they took off on the road. The first song I heard them play was Bird on a Wire, by Leonard Cohen with accordion, guitar and a really good loud drunken punk voice. I just met a cool girl Little Bird and she is letting me crash in her village. It's a beautiful place with ducks, cool people, fruits, veggies, cats, and knowledge. It's super dope in Eugene. Peace ecstasy abundance Love Life and you think of some shit.