A 38 year old friend of mine convinces her father to buy her a car that she immediately totals with out comphension insurance to now happily selling the car for scrap and pocket 800 bucks.
I’m not sure how this is so fucked up. I expect adults to be adults. She will live off that money for less than a month. Probably won’t last her 2 weeks. She just spends it with no concern only to then lean on all of those who do take care of themselves. Jesus. She owes me 100 of that right now
Up to am inch but 1/4 inch a day is normal. More than that a leak. We now we have a potential for a leak, I wrapped the pool in bisqueen aka plastic drop cloth, see to be working and it’s not a leak, it’s just evaporation
To get back into writing about my days, I though I would start with what love about this hellish hot inferno.
Instant hot water at all times. Great for an evening wash. Nothing quite cools you down like a nice hot shower before bed. I miss it in the winter. Only the perfect temp after a 110+ degree day.
Cooking in the sun. Cheesy dips of any kind cam be done in a mason jar with a mirror and a right lid. Not to mention soup out of the cupboard ready to eat.
The solitariness creates a meditative interspection like on a beach where you get to hot go for a dip cool off start over.
One of the well known rumor/ truth is the ramped drug use in slab City the worst of them “meth” being the most destructive.
I have seen this pattern more than once now and am convinced it is real and spells death for many here.
Often these individuals have a chemical mental imbalance of some kind to start with and are sometimes self medicating. Trying things till one fills the void, rights the ship, feels more normal, feels better than normal even to the point of a shot. Shot in the body with the medication with no doctors order or concern of affects, or those are quickly blinded by the delight of the intense explosion of warmth, calmness, fulfillment,or self worth that calls you back until your view of reality has shifted to a quasi dream state with thoughts of grandeur, importance, out landish tales woven quite tight in the swirling mind of the drug indused physchosis.
The mild ones are easily dismissed with some entertainment by the tales, but some keep going and don’t come back. Their mind is stuck. At a certain point the things they say are so out there. They want you to commiserate their thoughts but sadness overcomes my thoughts knowing it’s hard to come back from there.
Many deaths happen here in the relentless summer months, most from the continual use of the shot method of drug use. It’s so fast, so intense, so right how can it be so wrong. Many become full blown advocates for it.
The damage, death and destruction of some truly beautiful souls has been witnessed here and will continue. My only hope is my friend I once wished ill will for actions I now know we’re based in her own self insecurities and not my power and strength, doesn’t fall all the way down the rabbit hole. She is close. Questioning all aspects of reality and free will, claiming thoughts are being put in her head and others are talking through other people. Seeing signs and communications in the most mundane things. I have seen it before and hope she can grab the life raft.
You would think I speak witch craft but out here the mere mention of a name of a not seen face will illicit a visit. Often we don’t speak names when speaking for a fear of this phenomena.
If you live here long enough you will believe the words I speak.
The desert carries your whisper on the wind.
Working in the cellular broadcast tellecummications industry, I have a little better than average understanding of antennas and signals.
I will admit I’m a gulton for the boob box. The rolling display of media with no actual control other than the off button or a change of the channel. Terrible daytime tv that keeps the quiet at bay in the distance as you get stuff done. You don’t actually watch it, just have it playing.
On the road I have spent hours focusing a directional antenna toward broadcast towers for at best a few PBS stations, comet, charge,courttv and ion. Ion has disappeared since Texas.
In the slab city desert, you are a minimum 40 miles from any American broadcast. Its 4 directions of further distance you have to make choices. Also mountains could play a part.
Courttv, comet, and charge come out of yuma, I think. So does cw,fox,and abc, but not all the time. ABC, fox,NBC,and cw also come out of the Indio direction. But no charge, comet and court.
Recently purchased an old fashioned updated wire style antenna. I’m hoping to get all the channels.
Summer heat all projects take more time…
A few posts back I explained the various ways I have stayed cool in the dreaded summer heat. With water the constant, misting and air hydration the goal, a pool … 10 ft round 2 1/2 deep pool is my solution this year.
Started with a couple weeks of building an area to accommodate the pool with shade and dust/ bug block. Only a couple of issues, aside from my own laziness.
Setting up the pool was not difficult. Very basic construction.
The filling of the pool ended up being the one giant hiccup besides dropping the staple gun in it with only 2 inches of water. Enough water not to start over, the pump needed repair after the first 2 inches. A day goes by and I managed to slice a nice inch long slice in the bottom as in slow motion I watched the staple gun jump off the table and into to the pool.
The patches sent with the pool do not work. So far the flexseal seems to be.
Finally get the pump going only to have the next load of water look worse than water out of a murky pond.
It seemed to clear, but each load of water was matched in annoyance till the end.
I stared at my full leakying murky pool as I am reminded by my friend he had 2 inches of sand in his after the first wind storm.
I laughed at the pool vacuum I saw… Second guessing that one now
I see many crews of caravans with cameras. The slabs are littered with photographers ranging in talent from complete amateur beginner to published professional and now with the new influencers on every media platform distinguishing the former is impossible without asking.
“Are you the owner of this camp ?” Asked the leader of a caravan crew I had noticed in front of East Jesus. They did look quite professional with models,fancy big lights, filters and of course cameras. Difference from the usual big production there were way to many individuals with cameras all focusing on the same thing.
My answer, yes!
After a short conversation starting with, we can pay if…
Turns out it’s a photography class learning to take portraits. The only professional was the teacher and the closest to an influencer would have been maybe one of the two models, but really no one was here to take advantage of anything more than a personal photo, albeit may be a graded photograph.
All the students profusely showed their appreciation with thank you’s. Many gave donations amd bought art, so I was a little shocked to find out both East Jesus and salvation mountain turned them away with argumentative responses about formal requests for professional groups. I chuckled as the teacher again thanked me for allowing them an art explosion of a camp for the models to pose and cupped my hand with a nice final donation.
I am very excited to see some of these photos. And can’t wait to have more groups like this.
An odd symptom I have noticed with the more hardcore denying the addiction tweaker meth heads is if you smoke weed with them they tell you some serious off the wall shit
Tonight it was about the slabs and the 33 latitude and time. Yep we can see the future here or better yet move through time.. What? Exactly.
Came back to this 33 concept over and over then suggested it was different this time because I brought it up.
Thanks to my witty Alzheimer grandmother, I learned to keep a conversation going with nods, and well placed “right on” ” interesting” “wow, you don’t say”
And the gig is up.
I am not here to try to recreate an electric equivalent to the power company, continuing my quasi minimalistic lifestyle I only want to generate and use what’s,needed from an energy level.
With 700 watts I now have 4 27dc batteries hooked up in parralel. First day with full charge, curious to see what I can run all nite long.
Every so once in a while the guests of the slabs bring drugs to share psychedelics of the most common besides weed and beer.
Today was one of those days. Being accommodating he asked to put it some water or something for me. Uh sure I have this bottle of water. My camp is littered with water bottles this time a year. Thinking he would do the whole bottle, possibly not knowing better. He advises I drink down to just some left in the bottom. Couple good swigs left.
He politely and delicately doses the bottle 2 specific drops on my advise. I rarely do more than two tabs.
The couple leaves I walk back to my shady cool spot, set the bottle on the table to realize I have about a half dozen equally empty water bottles on the table… … … Immediately I can not remember which one is the dosed bottle.. Well that will be a fun day.
Funny how things start to happen. A few weeks ago I was asked by a film crew if I had interest in my camp as a location.
Sure. Heard this a couple times. The arcHive is even featured in a cute music video I never saw.
And they came back!
This is the first official film crew for a full film. And they have picked the arcHive and the Vintage Bus Boutique as locations. This is exciting. All the hard work creating these immersion spaces with a “if you build it, they will come” attitude getting some play.
So to be known as an actual slabber, questionable honorability, you have to endure 2 summers. Starting my third I am am official slabber.
Many use a generator or a minimum of 1200 watts solar and batteries for the all faithful air conditioning. May sound insane, silly or down right self loathing to try to endure heat in the high 120s with out AC. But for some reason I continue to find a delight in the challenge of making it work with out.
The love of sun bathing a long lost passion for most of the world was my favorite pastime. Here in the furnace blazing heat the shade can feel like the skin scorching heat of the sun on the highest heat index day in Florida. Literally blistering your skin boiling the sweat underneath. What’s missing here is the water. Water is the key. Misting, pool, canal, pond even a foot soak.
The first year I focused on one large shade area and the misting and a fan. Tried an art project known as the vagina room with a pink vendor tent, air mattress linings, a kid pool and a battery operated sprinkler.
Second year. Got a huge kid pool. Still a mistake. Water filtering and cleanliness were issues with all kid pool solutions.
Sheet tent room with fan and mist sprayer severed the purpose most of last year. With six weeks higher than 125.
This year. Starting with a huge roll of shade cloth. Most tarps walls are now shade cloth. With the battery operated sprayer we are on point for at least the comfort of last year.
But I want it more than comfortable. I want it luscious. May sound impossible, but that’s the delight in the challenge.
Probably one of my favorite stupid questions I got to answer again today
So if you come from San Diego or north on the 111 that gives you a little remorse at the question, but I like to answer
Or with my mouth is there a new way?
The slabs actually has multiple free venues available
Food every third Tuesday and Wednesday. Yep one is delivered all the way to the slabs. The other stops in niland .
Also a Food bank by the tracks every Saturday and all the local towns free food pantries.
But I shop mostly at the little market right here in niland. Known Mays,mais .
I’ve lived farther from nourishment many times.
The slabs is not a good desert.
The quite handsome cowboyesk man comes in after having met me briefly the night before at the recently starting back up karaoke nite with a man child of a well known slab queen. He starts the slow conversation stating I’m not gonna bring that shit up with a slight nod. Intreguied I figured he was gonna spill it.
A couple of leading questions to his past brought out an odd conversation.
I met a woman in my 20s she was a love of my life. After incarceration a life on the run I meet a girl. A few times I must say. After a time I find out that love of my life had a girl. My girl. That girl was this girl. I also impregnated . my mind focuses on the words. Wait. Like complete insest .. He says… Yes. Tries to continue to make it ok. I was flabbergasted .
After being on the road a while you notice the lack of teeth amongst the homeless. When did and how did and why did you lose all your teeth.
Well one individual described the reasoning and pain of the procedure. Started with on front tooth being knocked out and replaced poorly. That started a ripple effect of gum disease that eventually lead to the teeth being so week the expelled themselves whilst he eat some corn on the cob.
That was when the descion was made to extract the remaining teeth and go full denture. It took 3 weeks to extract all the remaining teeth and the dentist jammed the mold for the dentures in his bloody mouth after the last extraction for the pain meds.
My teeth grinding from the explanation this is not the first voluntary denture situation I have heard of. Invest in a tooth brush and floss
My neighbor who was burned out by his pregnant girlfriends camp has finally been inhabited by a full blown brand new tweaker straight from Florida brought by her thoughtful tweaker daddy. I think she has now been here a week and clearly annoyed her daddy enuf for her to take up camp in the previous hippie bus village. The hippies moved in for the winter season, knowing they weren’t staying for the summer, some of my neighbors and I knew we needed to occupy before the tweakers got it for the summer. Well we are apparently too late.
Yesterday I listened to her non stop babble to some poor unsuspecting new slabber who is now gone. She’s been up all nite. Not sure how many in a row. Hopefully not the whole week.
Just as loud as yesterday squaking about finding this and that amongst the trash and burned left behinds of the last years vagabonds.
Glass shattering on the rocks where the edge of one camp ends and one camp begins reminds me how much has happened since I found a place to land. After six months and six trailers/rigs, it seems I’m gonna stay for a bit.
On first impression this place was very harsh, scary, surreal and inviting. Most of my time is working on my camp. This camp has taken off and grown beyond amythu,g I ever expected to do ever. It’s a labor of love. I’m creating my camp like a child in the woods with full control no “grown ups” telling you what’s possible. Like the magic of a youthful hopeful spirit the most unlikely is likely the unpredictable is often and the allure of something new and exciting undying. Happiness for now is the freedom I have found to play and express without boundaries of others or the ability to be unaffected by others judgement I’ll will contradictory, hypocritical often,ridiculous misconcepts or untruths. My honesty is real, my thoughts are my own. Not always will I agree with any but hopefully I do with a few.
As many hieatises do the source of what was has changed as in the wandering journey will be the journey along this new path with less travel and probably even more inflection
Generator running in the middle of the day I hear some one hollering out front. I peek out and am met with a beautiful silver coat dog and the offer of a smoke.
I hadn’t seen cereal killer mike for a couple days and last I heard he was having some troubles while he dropped off a wonderful sidebag full of treasures, so I was happy to see his sweet face all though nearly scared me to being my first bubba stick victim. We chatted for sometime on my new sunken sectional couch creationion surrounded by a raised floor currently referred to as the Larry Moe and curly of floors before Double Z showed up armed with puppies. Cereal killer mike is suddenly struck with an immediate need and question. Do you like am pm sandwiches. I’m thinking about the question and ask what that is as double a simultaneously say yes. Mike excitedly asked about ice cream. And both admittedly exclaimed yes. cereal killer takes off on his bike ill be back in 5 he holars.
Boincing, wrestling, pathetic attempts and growling and tiny squeals are all I hear as double z and I watch puppy wrestling and cereal killer is back with his bag of first bag dumpster dive after the sandwiches and the little Debbie snack cakes and of course ice cream. Banana split ice cream! We all three day and ate the dumpster spoils and the ice cream especially as if it were the first creamy taste on the tongue. Dribbles of ice cream everywhere eventually the puppies get their turn and the first taste of the creamy treat of ice cream