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After we caught out of Olympia, we got a ride from this x-hitchiker mountain climber who lived on a yaght and he forwarned us that the only thing that we would really need to get over the border was IDs and money, we were warned 100 bucks a day a piece. We stayed in seattle for like, a day, didn't really feel it out, didn't care, wanted to get to canada. We met these nice black metal dudes that bunked us up and were having this bar-b-q for memorial day and free beer and pot and shit. Didn't hang out there for more than a night. Wanted to get to canada. Took a bus out of bellington to blaine, washington, the shittiest most conservativist border town in the whole world. The cops pull over and talk to us and tell us to leave every time they go past, "take the bus to bellingham, get the fuck out of our town, there's no way they'll let you across". I got 200 dollars birthday money. Me and tony were all nervous when we were being interviewed and for some idiodic reason told the border patrol we were going up there for a week. Now we have to procure 500 bucks, or a faxed letter from our parents that they are willing to support us so we don't panhandle in canada. Or I guess a forged one. My mom is in Iceland, and Tony's mom's phone got cut off. I feel really scetched out about handing a forged letter to the border patrol. So, hopefully I'll still get up there to go to the titty bar by tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me.