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I wanted to have a big campaign this year, but fate karma and luck just would not let it happen.
It started in April at Hash Bash. I hadn't been in 11 years, I only saw one person I knew,
however I talked to a lot of new people and handed out bumper stickers.
I tried to visit Michigan's new Marijuana dispensaries. They wouldn't even let me in the door without a Michigan ID.
I had planned on going onward to Denver for 4/20 celebration, But the doctors wanted to do a quick operation.
So I returned to New York for an out patient procedure.
Since I didn't go Denver, I went to my friend Robby's Party in the catskills
The following morning, I reported for my appointment at the Hospital,
knowing that I was breaking a promise to myself, to never let doctors cut me open...
I knew Karma stomped on me when I awoke three days later, I was in intensive care and tied to a bed with a big plastic tube
sticking out of my mouth.
I spent 3 weeks in the Hospital, and made various trips back. I went into the operating room for
the fourth time July second, with a new promise, that I would make it to Washington D.C. to speak at Lafayette Park at the
annual protest.
It was close to 100 degrees, but I made the trip, I got to start, with the first speech, which was actually, filmed but the photographer didn't plug into the sound system, so I ended up with video with no speech recorded.
Wayward Bill
I stopped at the federal reserve to get some money, but they were closed...
The Plan from this point was to travel I-80 across the country stopping at rest areas and Wal-mart Parking lots and Libraries.
A quick okay from the doctors and I headed west...
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