Olympic and Lincoln, squatting under the bridge…sleeping bag covered real tight reaaaaaaal tighhhht. Smog fumes tryna penetrate…plus the rats- down there- will bite willllllll biiiiiiite (Venice to Santa Monica…Olympic and Lincoln). There’s a bridge at Olympic and Lincoln where we stayed for some time but went to jail for getting caught leaving the gate by police because it’s considered private property. Ignorance of the law is no excuse for breaking it. Then sent to Santa Monica jail for 2 or 3 days. Then a hygiene pack with this little bitty sized Bob Barker soap to bird bath with. The TV dinner was ok though and a barrel juice and some milk. I think they did give us 3 meals each day though. I don’t remember. One meal is like a sandwich. One is the TV dinner thing. The other I don’t remember. Only to get cuffed in shackles and put in a paddy wagon to get shipped to the Twin Towers. Only to wait a long ol time in the holding tank to see a public defender. To then go to court for them just to throw out the case bcuz they could see we were just a bunch of young homeless folks. The court case took like a few minutes by the way. Only to wait again in a holding cell with plexy glass waiting to get released. They cut my shoelaces bruh. To then to take the bus back to Santa Monica. The best and the worst of times on the spiritual quest and the people you meet. Mind you this was many many years ago so my mind set is way different than it was back then.