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4.17-4.19 Happy Donuts

I never do fucking anything. I am eating a giant apple fritter [I think it’s giant, idk the average size of an apple fritter] and drinking a huge coffee. Check And Mate. The time is 18:05 and I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in North Beach. What I should be doing is writing a proposal to get this job I read about on Craigslist. It’s a paid gig: being the ambassador for a weed company. I would reply to emails, and go to events. It’s totally up my alley, I should really apply. I need to build up the confidence to write that email…or something. Am I just lazy? It doesn’t have to be anything long, I should just get it over with. I’m gonna talk to Casey about it maybe tho, and get to it in the AM.

Some lady gave me “chocolate covered grapes” today as I was entering the Library. She was leaving. Normally I would never eat food from strangers…but I felt good vibes with this. The weirdest part about the whole thing is that what she gave me, they were definitely chocolate covered raisins. I really thought she was about to whip out a bag of fat-ass grapes with chocolate all over them and give it to me, and she pulled out some chocolate covered raisins, but it said ‘chocolate covered grapes’ on the container! I should have taken a photo, but I totally didn’t, and now I’ve thrown it away cuz I ate them all. It was a lot.

This apple fritter is a lot. Whoa. Sugar sugar sugar; it’s basically all I consume. I have just over two hours before Casey gets off work…what to do? what to do! I should be prepping for the future…instead I just do this. I am going to text my Dad real quick to see if he got my debit card. || I ate some of my fritter after I texted him, and still no answer. I called him a little bit ago too, but he didn’t answer and I don’t blame him because I really called out of nowhere. Okay! So! What I need to do is…some research. and take notes. and find a job and a regular place to chill with good, cheap scones and good internet. Happy Donuts…I don’t think there is internet here. I haven’t asked, but nothing of similarity shows up in the wifi options. OoOo my Dad texted me. My debit card arrived at his house! Wowza. He is going to mail it to me…or actually he is going to mail it to Casey. Cool. So I’ll get that in a couple of weeks or whatever, and I’ll be able to get direct deposit at my new job, wherever that new job is. I can’t believe I elected to leave Buena Vista park and come eat this apple fritter. I should have just stayed there all night, that was the move. I just want to lay down someplace warm. The wind was starting to come actually, that is why I left the park. The wind is going to be striking everywhere in the city. Ugh. I still have a long time before Casey gets off work. Today was a really unproductive day, and now I am literally all the way out of money. Cool. Okay…I should really sit here and edit and what not until Casey gets off in 2 hours, but I feel like I am going to do something much stupider like go smoke weed in a park somewhere. I am hungry. Nonono; I am stoned! I need to be prepping for that job and all that, but nah, I’ve just been in and out, in and out; not living right. I gotta figure it out. Idk what to do…but I think I am going to go chill in a park and think about life…I guess for 2 hours, as I wait for Casey. I really wish I had a girl to hang out with. I will have to figure that situation out and get a girl to kick it with…Peace!

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My job search is not going well. Maybe I just don’t want a job lol. I want a job in one of those tech kitchens, that seems like the move. There are jobs available, but many of them are not what I would want to do long term. I want a job I can hold onto for a while, maybe get a raise…it would definitely become easy, you know?

I am writing to you from USCH, and dare I say…I am bored? I looked through all the ads on CL this morning, but nothing jumped out to me, and then I even reconsidered sending this email I was going to send out…so now I’m just chillin. and I’m almost out of weed. My G did borrow me some money, but idk when it will be in my acct. I also transferred some money over from my tdameritrade acct, so at least I won’t be a totally broke mf for the time being, but damn skippy! I need to find a job. There’s this Ice Cream place hiring, Salt and Straw, and they need a supervisor. I was thinking about applying there, just diving full on into it! From the beginning that would be my plan, to tackle that team and make it run smooth. I know the SF game, I can play that shit. Buttt nothing will be as easy or as good as working in a tech kitchen. 06:00-14:30? Those are the best possible hours I could ever ask for. I will have room for chillin, writing, and a second job if I want. It’s the most ace schedule I could ask for. Working 09:00-17:00? Well obviously that doesn’t sound appetizing by comparison. Casey is telling me to just bite what I got, but I like the prospects of a tech kitchen. I will find one…I will.

On my mind is that I should buy a scone. Damn scones! I could consider hitting the atm too. I am going to see if any of my tda money transferred over. Not yet. I’ve got $24, and my back hurts. My general plan is to go lay is Yerba Buena. I am texting my Dad now. OoOoOo and I feel the coffee. I also messaged Kalen and told him to remind me to tell him about the sweet idea I just had about living in an RV, later when he gets off work. I heard Oakland is actually making a place for people to park their RV’s permanently. Right now the whole bay is full of RV’s parked on the sides of roads everywhere! I’m picturing a situation where you can actually buy a plot at an RV lot, and then that piece of property would probably go up in value. You paid 10k, or maybe even 30k for a large spot, and you have to park an RV on it, and you have to obey some sort of lot code otherwise they kick you out. and I want there to be public toilets on the premises. Right in Oakland. Think this will be available? 30k is a lot of money…that’s 15k a piece if I split it with Kalen, and that would take us forever to save. We could try and get a loan…but would it go up in value? I think it would. I hope you could get one for 10k; a spot that is. Then buy a trailer for an additional 10k, and boom! You got yourself a home, for two people, split 10k each, and in the 2-3 years I would live there I would come out wayyyy on top. Way on top. If I worked 2 jobs…I guess I would have to consider the cost of the BART…it would be better to have something like that on this side, or down by the airport. Is it cheaper to bart to downtown from the airport, or Oakland? I really don’t know. The time is 09:59…I am being so non-productive, it’s not even funny [turns out, I think, the RV lot will be mostly for, like, real homeless people. I don’t see why the homeless people don’t just move to SLC tho.]

To get sconed, or to not get sconed, that is the question! I am also considering going to Bob’s and seeing what they have, but it’s all a farce; I shouldn’t be eating sugar. I am watching a video on IG from beatrixfosterscreates right now as I am typing. I had to look at the keys a little bit for that, but it’s just me having fun with my newly found skill of typing well without looking at the keys. Soo this girl Elena Velez, who is from Milwaukee but I am not sure I have ever met her, she might have even gone to my highschool though; Danae knew her from school, but I went to a different school than Danae. anyway. She styled GRIMES! Dude, wtf?!? I know right. I follow her on IG, not only because she is a beautiful girl from my hometown, but also because she is interesting. She went to Parsons School of Fashion in Paris, and then she got out and moved to NYC and just started doing her thing, and now GRIMES is wearing her fucking clothes. Damn. I am jealous I did not befriend her. She gonna be hella wealthy, and I believe her to be mighty interesting. I mean she is from Milwaukee, so how could she not be ill? Duh. I hope that’s what they say about me lol.

So I posted my HK doc, but I have not even opened up the one previous to this and begun to edit. Apparently I fucking hate editing, it takes me forever to get into. I gotta do it though! Just how I gotta get a job, I gotta keep up with editing. Do I really go to Yerba Buena and just chill? I should be going and getting hired! I am kind of playing it cool until 4/20. Oh! Tomorrow is my Moms birthday. Woohoo! I should probably call her. I am sure she’s doing alright, but I haven’t talked to her on the phone in a while, only thru text messaging. I feel like I am talking in circles. I need to talk about something new. What’s going to happen is, I am going to get a scone, refill my coffee, come back to this table, and…

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So far I am having little luck with the finding a job. I sent out one email today. Woohoo. In front of me I have a large coffee and an apple fritter. I am so bad! I will learn…I hope. Or just survive a long time even with a bad diet lol. I am excited to be an old man…but I gotta make sure I’m set up by the time I get there!

After I left you before I took some notes on starting a t-shirt company with Kalen. I met up with him eventually, and we talked about a lot of the things. ASMR seems to be the way we are taking things. Cool. I am ready for that. I have passion for ASMR, and I would be happy to rep a company that sells ASMR related goods. Shirts. We’re gonna start with shirts.

I just ate a whole fucking fritter. Jesus Christ. Seriously. I can’t believe I am still living this life. I told myself I wasn’t going to get down with the sweets today, and I still ended up with a scone earlier, and a fritter now. Eh. I’m trying not to beat myself up about it. I got coffee and a fritter. I am thinking of ordering a second donut…but that’s just so extra. Yeah, one can live like that…but not as long, and the closer it gets to the end the more you’re gonna wish you had done things differently. I’m definitely about to order another donut…tbh I’m just glad I am leaving something behind [when I die]. I’m at 135ish blog posts on my site now, and I am damn proud of that. I remember when I used to sit around drinking alcohol, thinking about life and all that jazz, and now I am actually out here living it, and I am real life writing about my travels. I may not be making money off my writing, and I don’t think this blog will be the pinnacle of my work, but I am out here doing it, and I feel good af about that. Okay. Real life I’m addicted to donuts and I’m going to get another one. Oh wait. The guy went wayway back behind the counter. I am going to wait until he returns. What I first walk into a restaurant it’s fair game, I’ll bother anyone, but once I’ve been there sitting for a while I tend to act different and I am overly-polite about asking for service. Mmm idk where the dude is. Oh wait, I see him. This sure is a quiet donut shop, but I like how roomy it is. I like the donuts at Bob’s better, but I like the wide open spaces of this place forsure. They both have one outlet, ain’t that a level playing field?

I just bought two more fucking donuts, no lie. I bought a plain ole fashion, and a chocolate ole fashion. I am going to regret this very soon, like as soon as I am done eating them lol. I feel like I eat nothing but sugar in the city. Omg. What have I grown up to become!?! I’m a damn sugar monger! Anyway. I am waiting for Casey to get off work. He gets off at 20:00 today, which is in 2 minutes. I told him to meet me at Happy Donuts. I met him at work for the past two days, but I aint ready for that cold walk today.

Was it so long ago I wrote about opening a donut shop inside a hostel? I am pretty sure I dreamed that dream. It is a dead dream now. I could never own a donut shop, or I would do nothing but eat donuts all the time. It would be dreadful to my health. I remember back in the day I used to get sconed as fuckkkk at the Green Tortoise. It was bad…I know that. I would eat like 15 cookies; I was wilding. Boy oh boy, those were some good times though.

I think I am infatuated with selling t-shirts. I am coming up with loads of ideas, not just asmr ideas. There is this site, 6dollarshirts.com; if we were to start selling t-shirts I guess they would become competition, but for now I follow their ig to learn. I would like to sell quality $6 shirts. In fact, I believe if I knew how to sell a shirt for $6 and make a profit, I would be onto a really flexible and realistic business model. Idk how those folks make money with $6 shirts tho; idk where they get the shirts! It’s not witchcraft, but it also ain’t something I’m ready to start doing today. I feel like eating another donut…I should really quit while I’m…well I should just quit. I am going to pack it in and go meet Casey wherever he is, even though I am cold. I just wanted to settle in and write a little bit and, well, look at my ass! I drink a large coffee and eat the equivalent of 4 donuts! Shame on you Chris! Shame on you!

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The time is 19:06 and I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in North Beach. I have a medium coffee and a maple glazed ole fashion in front of me. The donut is good, but I am still a little disappointed in myself for ordering it. I told myself I wasn’t going to eat any sugar today, and you know what? I made it to 19:04 lol. Today was a roller coaster of a day. I’d like to think I learned something, or gained anything in any sense from the day, but only time will tell that; I am improving my life, but it is quite slow.

Today is my Mom’s birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! I miss my mom, it has been quite some time since I have seen her. I saw her for a short amount of time when I was back in Wisconsin, but just a short time. Maybe when I am older we will spend time together like we once did. I have so many splitting thoughts in my head recently. Ugh. and I lack the patience to write them all down, that is the problem. I tell too much of the story. I need to just pick a story, and tell it; short and to the point. Today had some stories, but they are  small potatoes compared to the big picture. I left with Casey this morning, and we spent the whole day tromping around the city before we finally made it back about 30 minutes ago, and then I ate some peanuts for a little bit while he at his Zoro burrito, and then I hit the road. He is pretty drunk and ready to hit the hay, but I am not ready to crash right now. The time is 19:15 as we speak, and the fact is I am not ready for bed.

Omg I just finished that fucking donut. Uggo Fuggo bro, uggo fuggo, that’s all I gotta say about that. Maybe I’ll order a second lol. Right now I am thinking about smoking a bowl…and in fact it’s probably what I should do because later on I am going to do some editing, and that’s practically boring if I am stoned. I think it’s better to do it on the other end of being stoned, like the tail end of it. Ugh. Yeah. So much to tell. This…I want this to be the last HeartOfZeus post you guys…I sit here in Happy Donuts after having a mediocre day, and I have a million thoughts running through my head, the top of which is that I need to gather the patience to spell out everything that is on my mind, but I also feel like if I grasp on to something else, it will help me find that patience for continual story telling. Cue: Spark Twain.

The prospect of editing all my writing is…daunting, to say the least. I have to edit like 10 or 12 pages, which is the first bit from San Francisco, and then I should also edit and publish this…although idk how I am going to publish since this place has no internet. I’d have to go stand outside a Starbucks or something. I wonder if they turn their WiFi off at night, or if like, the homeless people can log on and use that shit all night. That would be the move. It’s cold in the financial district because the buildings funnel all the wind, but there are so many Starbucks, I could now understand why some people choose to sleep there. Seriously! People sleep outside in the FD, at least last year they did. London Breed…I think she has changed the city [for the better] a little bit. Casey pointed out that there are less homeless people, and I might agree with him. I mean I saw the cops wake 3 homeless people up that were sleeping on the Kearny steps the other day. WTF you guys, last year that shit never would have happened. I smoked weed on my work shifts outside on those steps for a long time, and I never saw the cops come and wake someone the fuck up. Never. Nevereverever. If you had told me that I was about to see the 5-0 wake up the homeless people sleeping on the Kearny steps, back when I was in Vietnam, I never would I have been able to believe you. Cops didn’t do shit about the homeless people last year. Like not shit. It was a joke. It’s going to take some getting used to; because with the cops playing harder on the homeless folk, I am closer to the fringe than I’ve ever been in this city!

Today I bought some new socks…soon I will need a new hoodie. I actually bought one last year in Chicago from a thrift store in Wicker Park, but I gave it to the guy who was running my first Airbnb in India because I didn’t need it. Honestly; you wanna know honest? I bought the new one because it was a cold day in Chicago and I needed it when I stupidly didn’t bring my leather coat. I didn’t want to wear the one I bought in Chi while I was in India, because it looked new af, and you know I have this old holey af hoodie, but I earned and built all these holes. I didn’t want to walk around in a brand new hoodie getting treated like a brand new hoodie cat [it was bright hunting-orange] when I have a perfectly good hoodie that gets me treated like the mf who built the hoodie. I mean it’s a Carhardt hoodie, I didn’t really craft it, but I have worn this thing a lot since my G bought it for me in like…2011? Let’s just say 2011, I could be totally off with that. I remember being in Fleet Farm and looking at the hoodies, and i remember picking this one out…it’s such a mess when the actual date was, but logically it must have been after I lived in River West. I feel like maybe I owned the hoodie during my time in River West…but probably not. I wonder if I should buy another donut. I am really not keeping on track with what I want to/am supposed to be writing.

I was going to tell you about my day, and how Casey bought two super veggie burritos from this place Gordo on 9th Ave, but then I got sidetracked. Well, now I have told you. He got drunk af again today. idkkkk. The more drunk he gets the less he gives a fuck about anything, and so as the day goes on it gets harder to continue kicking it with him. It’s so weird when he gets drunk; like, he turns kind of dysfunctional, but recently imo he has been turning into an asshole when he gets drunk…which is everyday. I mean…that’s bad right? The truth is I know Casey is an alcoholic, and Casey knows I am an alcoholic, but that doesn’t mean I can get thru to him. I watched him save up 7k, and then slowly blow all of it on cheap, shitty coke from some guy down on Mission and Four. It was…so sad. but you know what? Casey don’t give no fucks. He doesn’t give a fuckkk. He strung that habit well into when he couldn’t afford it, and he was getting a little bit fucked up at MAC’D. I mean sometimes he would get high af, don’t get me wrong, but then a lot of the time I would watch him stretch a little amount for quite a long time. It wasn’t fun to watch any of it, and so after I left the city he got off that shit, and then he started drinking right afterward! No good. That was how things went down.

Actually that’s what all my ‘lost’ writing is about. Last year I wrote like 150 pages of…rambling, and it’s split up into six document titled Bob’s Donuts 1-6. The lot of it I was about being blown out with Casey so eventually you will be able to read about that whole experience. I basically…forgot what I have written. I know how to access it, and eventually I need to edit it, but for now it just sits. It’s still not that old.

I just bought another donut. It is almost fully dark outside, and the time is 19:52 on 04/19/19. I sit in this city full of highly educated, tech industry people, and I feel myself very poor. I want more. But how bad do I really want it? It’s been one whole week that I have been back in SF, and I still don’t have a job, or even any real prospects of a job. I was going to go apply for this cashier position today, but I didn’t go in. I need to shave my beard off if I am going to work in food, forreal. The cashier position is 7-3 m-f in the fd, did I write about it already? Those are good prospect. and 17 an hour. Boom! What more could I ask for? I just show up sober every day and I’ll be making good money in no time. I kinna wish I had gone in today, but Monday might still be a good day. If they haven’t hired anyone, then it’ll always have been meant to be. Dig?

I could literally show up at 2 am tonight; I have the keys and Casey is just chillin back there. It’s good. but I probably won’t use this freedom too liberally, I’ll probably come back early. He has smashed burrito all over the inside of his bag and I fear it will bring The Roaches. Real thing. I can’t believe I wrote that. I kind of felt that writing about it could bring bad juju on the subject, but then I decided: fuck that, I do what I want.

I want so badly to grab life by the balls…and I know I don’t because I am always stoned. I used to get stoned and have a surge of energy, but now it’s like I can only do that every once and awhile. I gotta like, only smoke the second half of the day, you know? I want a full time job where I am getting paid well enough to save, and I want a smokin-hot girl friend who lets me fuck her in all sorts of crazy ways, and I know both of these are very obtainable in my position, and it’s disappointing I haven’t gone after their acquisition harder since I have been back in the city! For the first time in my life I feel like I have it in me to build my own empire, finally, and I am so excited to start! So it’s like…why don’t I have a job yet? I have been sitting and talking myself into “I only want a job at a tech kitchen,” yet at the same time I am not jumping on shaving my beard, which I really should be. I am hoping to meet some girl at Dolores Park tomorrow and have her shave my beard. That’s what I want. Oh yeah; that’s what I want. I was just daydreaming about it. Could go totally swell man. Maybe she’ll plug me on a job too. Do I want to work in North Beach? Wow. I should have gone in for that cashiering job at the sandwich place in the Galleria. I need to go in on Monday. Just like…taking orders on a touch screen all day and dealing with money? Sounds like the most boring thing in the world, but I promise I would be phenomenal at it. I am really adamant about getting a job in the morning and then not smoking weed before I go to work. Even though I am Spark Twain, I still want to hold a job where I don’t smoke weed all the time. Kalen is doing it and he is living a pretty good life. If I start trying to work some cashiering job in the fd all stoned everyday, that’s just going to end ugly. I’ll be spending more money on weed, first all, and second I’ll be tired af all the time and I just won’t be having a good time. If I get a job where I’m the customer service captain/cashier at a sandwich shop in tech part of the city? and I don’t smoke weed everyday until I’m out of work and I get paid and use my checks to pay rent in the city and invest in things that will help make me more money on the side; and I keep this up for a year or two, probably while getting promotions at my job even though the hours will never change because they close at 15:30? Smooth-fucking-move that would be! I’m on seven pages here…there is no way I am about to edit all that work tonight. Am I? I really should. I should stay out until midnight if that’s what it takes, duh! Get some new content on my blog for 4/20?!? Nobody except for Kalen really reads it, but I still feel good about it all. Hmm. and I said earlier in this article, like within the last hour lol, that I was done with HOZ and I was moving onto ST. Idk if that is going to remain true. It would be a good motivator, because I need some money rolling in to fuck with expanding on ST, but that is certainly not my number one reason for getting money and I don’t think it is going to rock the boat enough to really make me motivated; and so it’s not worth me entertaining the idea just to fail, or expending the extra resources implementing the change at this stage, because like I said: no one is really reading this and I don’t think that is about to change just because I change formats over to ST; although I think the format change will overtime help build a stronger, more memorable personal-writing-brand. PWB I guess.

I am so fucked up over girls, man. There were just these two spry looking birds in Happy Donuts, and one of them was thicc, I mean like thiccaf and they came into the shop while I was editing before, but then I went outside to smoke a bowl, and while I was out there they left the donut shop, but they kind of bobbed around outside for a bit and I knew I could go talk to them; of course my ego has me thinking they were bobbing around waiting for me to talk to them specifically. My ego thinks things like that a lot, it’s probably not true, I realize as I get older and use logic more and more. So I came back in and wanted to edit, but I just couldn’t/can’t get the one girl out of my head. She was wearing skin tight black jeans, and a black hoodie. Punk rocker, and looked a little in the face like the girl from Cambridge who was going for astrophysics at university of someotherlesser city. I’m not saying this girl looked a lot like her, just a little bit, but it made me think that maybe she’s actually a nerd disguised as a punk rocker. Idk. It doesn’t matter. She’s gone, with her ass and all that, and I am stuck here with my computer and I am supposed to be editing some of my past work, but I got horny and distracted and have wound up writing instead of editing…as usual. I am not worried though. I write…a lot. I do. I know that I produce a lot of writing. I re-read all of it at least once when I give it the final edit, and then it goes to my website, and much of that stuff I haven’t read since I posted it. It’s getting to the point where I am starting to wonder what to do with all the writing. Can I sell it in anyhow? Write an epic using all the different articles, the new story being an expedited version of the Heart Of Zeus story? I could do that. Ugh. So much work. It’s all so much work. My current plan is to switch over to the Spark Twain platform and start writing more humorous stories, mostly about San Francisco but I could write stories about anywhere. Then I will make people want to read the stories because they are funny, interesting, and informative, as they will be pseudo-fiction. Real SF; embellished stories.

Ugh. I don’t feel like fucking editingggg. I guess it’s my job. Writing has become the easy part, where as editing is the really dreadful task. I can writeandwriteandwrite forever, and the fact is that I want to edit all the work I produce. If I let someone else go over it, they might not do what I would want done for the editing, and in the end they could fuck it all up. I could never read, or even look at the final product; ever, but that doesn’t seem like a good way to build a personal brand.

The time is 21:14 in North Beach and I am still at the donut shop. I am starting to think I should head back to Casey’s, idk. I could edit in the morning, make it my sole task, and then go to the park later. I guess I don’t wanna be all smoked out before 4:20. I mostly celebrate the day, but so many people celebrate the time too it’s hard to avoid. When it’s not 4/20 I smoke at 16:20 if I notice it, or if I can. But when it is 4/20, I just smoke and smoke and don’t worry about the time of day or anything like that. Dig? Okay…I am going to wrap this up, power through editing as much of my other work as I can, and then go hit the hay at Casey’s and wake up on 4/20 and get baked all day and meet some cute girls. Peace!

Spark Twain

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The Saigoneer! 4/7/19-4/10/19

I am writing to you from L Cafe in Saigon. I believe there are two or three of these cafe’s right around here, and since I am unfamiliar with the streets I cannot tell you exactly where I am, but I can tell you it’s near the Bui Vien Walking Street. The last few days have been eventful! I have 20 pages of unedited writing, and what I really need to do is edit that writing, but I have so much to say! I haven’t written anything in two days, and I’ve been in Can Tho for that time. I brought my laptop, but I never found a good chance to pull it out.

I may have written in the previous article that Will departed from Saigon and went to England for a little bit before he heads out to Australia for his second year. Well before his departure, we met a man named Dani. He is from Israel, and also happens to be my same height and my same age. The day after Will left, Dani and I took the four hour bus ride to Can Tho. I was impressed with the city. The size of it; the character. Can Tho is 1409 km2 [kilometers squared]. Sai Gon is 2,061 km2.Hmm. How big to you think Da Nang is? I am just Googling this all on the spot. Da Nang is 1,285 km2. Oh shit though, Hanoi is 3,329 km2. She’s a phatty! So Sai Gon has twice the population of Hanoi, but the latter is the much larger city. I now see why Hanoi is popping off. Idk why I just went into a rant about the size of the four largest cities in Vietnam…but I did. It’s over.

Today marks the first day I have let all the ice in my Ca Phe Sua melt before consumption. Granted, this is my second Ca Phe of the day. I didn’t desire a second, but I bought one. I went to the store for a lighter [when Trevor left. You’ll meet Trevor] and I felt bad coming and going from the restaurant without making a second purchase. It’s nice up here! on the third floor at 09:38 in the morning. The sun was beating earlier, but it has withheld since. OMG THE MUSIC HERE IS KILLING ME! Trevor and I decided to try this cafe because the first place we went was out of ice [they deliver ice in those bags I see restaurant linens in. You know, the ones that are like, woven plastic? People be driving all over Vietnam in the hot sun with bags of melting ice on their scooters, it’s crazy.]. The ambience was chill for a while, but as I moved out of the sun I got even closer to the speaker, and now it’s just unbearable. It’s loud af. In America this would be considered loud af, but here it’s like…normal? The clubs here are so loud. The mornings are loud, but the nighttimes bring fulminant noise. I live on a street with, like, 50 clubs, and they all blast music at dangerous levels and it’s the most clusterfucked-cacophany my bloodline has had the blessing to witness; I am so sure about it. There is a club on my street called Miss Saigon, and the music at the club is the same exact level of ear-obliterating every night; the loudest sound ever heard by human ears, second of course to the 1883 eruption of Krakatoa. Sooooo when I tell you the music at this cafe is loud, know I am not judging in accordance to relativity, but I am considering taking my business to a different cafe in this relative area. I am going to lay out a very logical argument combating this noise on Google Maps, and I know someone will read it. I feel wrong giving business advice over Google Maps Reviews in other countries. I mean I don’t know the culture. I could be bitching about the loud music and all the locals love it! Then again, I haven’t seen any locals at this cafe all day. When I am in the USA I will openly disgrace you on Google Maps, so you better be running a tight ship. It’s pretty easy to be on my good side though.

I just picked hella boogers and flicked them onto the roof behind me. Air pollution really generates boogers. I noticed it first in India, but then it became a reoccurring thing. Dirty cities produce large amounts of dirty boogers, at least in my nose. I am halfway through my second coffee and my last cigarette. I am still smoking you guys, no good! I be smoking more than a pack a day out here, it’s crazy. What did I do with all my time for those two years of not smoking? lol. I will get back to it though. So I am sitting here at the cafe and I just don’t know what my next move is. I have five more full days in this city [including today, and it’s 10:04 now] and I should use my time wisely, right? I really need to edit my last post, and then eventually edit and post this one. I need to do it in the right order though. I have kind of been inspired to write a story too, so I should jump into that asap I think. So many things…too much coffee to focus lol. Plus the music…Okay. With that, I am going to leave you for now. Close up my computer, finish my coffee, play on my phone, and then probably return to my hostel. Oh shit yeah, lol, it flooded at my hostel this morning because the water canister [for water pressure] on the roof broke, and the water dripped down five stories to get the bottom floor wet. Luckily I didn’t have anything on the ground…but some people did. So I doubt I will be able to go on the roof there today, otherwise I would probably just chill up there and edit. Anyway. That’s all for now. Soon! Peace!

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I just took a bubble photo on the roof of my hostel. Yesterday when I returned to town with Dani around 15:00ish, I went to Flipside Hostel to see if they had rooms, only to have the lady inform me that they were fully booked. I had a backup plan for exactly that situation, and thus it went into action. I walked down the street, turned left, and walked to the end of the alley way to find Alley House, which [it turns out] is another great hostel in Saigon near the Bui Vien Walking Street. When you enter the main room there is the reception desk on your right, and nine beds to your left. The desk is very small, and the room is very small. There is a bathroom connected to the room, which has only a 3-D curtain as a door. So far no one has dropped an unbearable deuce. It’s a little awkward though, right? If the room is full, you’re taking a shit in a room full of nine people, and they are definitely going to hear every splash. If you’ve got the beer shits? Well, good luck to you. What’s the catch? It’s only 55k VND per night. That’s two dollars and fifty cents. A steal! I will only spend $15 more dollars on my hostel while I am here, and that’s just awesome! Frugality > Embarrassment endured  for defecating behind a paper door.

I’ve given up on making money! From now on…I let the money make me; allow it to mold me so that I am one with the money. Yin, and Yang; father, son, and the Holy Greenback. I met this guy Trevor, I talked briefly about him early, well I met him yesterday when Dani and I arrived back from Can Tho. Pretty cool dude, Trevor. We had some discussions about business, and the world. This morning we went for some Ca Phe Sua and I got to discuss with him even further. Inspiration can come from anywhere, and you shouldn’t be afraid to find inspiration in people you would otherwise view as equals. Men [and Women] are equal for different reasons, but they are unequal because of money. Trevor has a good plan for himself, and at an age where he is mentally ready to dive into the true business side of life, I am happy to have met him. Not to mention his dad has his back financially to help him fund his dreams. He is older than me, just by a little bit, and I hope to have my life as figured out as him by the time I am his age. A doable feat no doubt, but only with discipline and mental acuity.

I am excited to return to San Francisco and dive into some projects. Cheap, easy business endeavors is what I am going to dive into, but I am going to go rapid fire! Throw it all at the wall and see what sticks, that’s my plan. I wonder how Kalen is doing, I feel like I haven’t talked to him in over a week now. I wonder if @saigoneer is a handle being used on the internet already? I rather like it. If I was quicker and more diligent about things, I’d whip up a quick short story about The Saigoneer this week. Hmm…but you know where it starts? Here. Right now. I just close this useless clog of a document [lol], and I open a freshie so that I can craft the Saigoneer. Hmm. Sounds so easy, right?

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I never wrote the story, forsure. I opened up a document and named in “Saigoneer,” but after staring at the blank document and over thinking it, I gave up. Today and yesterday I have been sick. Stomach problems. Also, I am at this hostel that has hard foam pads for mattresses, and it’s intensely worse while I have been sick. If I had known I was going to be sick, I would have secured a better mattress. Alas, I am too feeble to move all my stuff across town. Plus this lady is going to let me pay by PayPal, and I got my Dad to slide a couple bucks in my PP acct which will pay for the room. At this point I am kind of thinking I am going to end up withdrawing money from an ATM again, which is just lame. I’ll be pulling up to SF with like $70 then lol. I could take less money out of the ATM here, but I gotta pay $8 for it anyway. I am going to have to close my bank account when I get back, the shit is a joke forreal. I’m bout to have $70 in my acct, and I pay $10 a month if I have under $2000. Yeah. I think I’m at the wrong bank. I will need to secure a job right away too. I think today will be the day I quit smoking. Being sick helps give me a head start, because I don’t feel like smoking while I am sick. I’m talking squares here. I feel tired and shit again. I will never succeed if I keep smoking cigs, and so I will cease from it.

I am actually writing to you from my hotel bed at Alley House in Saigon. I spent about a week staying on the walking street, which was cool and as an added bonus I am comfortable walking in and out of the Flipside hostel, just chillin on their roof and shit. The room I am in has nine beds, and the bathroom is literally behind a curtain. The time is 17:28, and the day is Monday the 8th. I am admittedly pretty nervous about going home on Friday. Either way, I am out of money, so it’s the right move for me, but damn! Sometimes I be thinking I should have buckled down and gotten a job here. Other times I really believe that going home and working and opening a business in the USA is the move for me. I have been giving major thoughts to blogging, and I have the desire to immerse myself in a project when I get back. Sometimes I think I should just start blogging about San Francisco. I can always keep writing if I move to a new city. Also thinking about revamping the heartofzeus website. That would be the move for me. I wish I could get my sister to blog with me or something. I need to be working with other artists, that’s my problem.

Right now I am waiting for it to get dark and then I am going to go visit the weed lady. I think I can wrestle a good deal out of her, and then reallllly that should be my last time linking up with her. I leave Friday at 05:00, and I can’t decide if I should get on the plane stoned or not, but knowing me I’ll probably fly high. If I have the option? Exactly. But then I’m going to be back in SF when I can barely afford to smoke lol. All will be determined by how quickly I can get a job. If I show up at 10:30 and get a job the same day, I’ll be in it to win it. If I wait a week? Honestly I don’t think waiting a week is an option for me. Like I said I’m gonna have like 70 bucks. If Casey doesn’t let me stay with him then I’ll really be fucked. Sometimes I think about talking to Jo, but so far I haven’t. You know it’s kind of weird; I’ve been gettin blazed out here a lot, and if that wasn’t the case, I might have succumb to my emotions already and begun talking to Jo. It’s hard for me to change things up and leave a relationship, I know this. But, things are how they are. When I see Jo on the street, I will more than likely go and talk to her. It’s nice having a partner. I hate being alone, but I also was under a lot of stress with Jo. The stress is different now. I am still worried about my career and my future, but I feel more secure in my freedom to fail. and if I understand that failure is possible, I am obviously going to avoid it. With Jo I felt like there was no way we could fail at something if we put out mind to it, but at the end of things I didn’t feel I was growing much, or that the relationship was benefiting me in the ways I needed. I wonder how Jo felt. It easy to fall in love, but it’s hard to predict the future, and those two things go hand in hand.

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I’m smoking too much. At this rate I will never make it to the end of the week. What happens if I run out of money? I don’t think I’m going to hit the atm again. The reality is that if I wanted to live cheap over here I totally could, but I have chosen not to. I spent $1800 in a 6 weeks. What the fuck you guys lol. That’s so extra. I have dreams and shit, about making investments and I was really hoping I could just chill out when I got back to SF, but no! Instead I spent all my money. I guess…$500 of that was spent on my plane ticket back, so really I’ve spent $1300 while I’ve been here, and even like $50 of that was spent on purchasing domain names. I am terrible with money, that is clear. I understand it very well, and then I also choose to spend it frivolously.

I leave Saigon so soon! It’s 07:15 on April 9th right now, and I leave 05:30 on April 12th. Coming upppp! Casey has off work on Friday, so that works out. I guess I will chill with him. I hope he’s not drinking and shit, that would be no good. Jo told me that I am better for Casey than Casey is for me, and I semi-believe that, except Casey seems to perform at the same level whether he is drunk or not. I am bothered by the difference since I spend so much time with him, but he could maintain a job while drinking for a long time I think. Maybe I should get a job at a thrift shop or something. Fuckk yeahh I should work in the Haight! That’s my damn move. Idk why, but it just hit me. All the jobs in the city pay the same, right? I want to do a job that doesn’t require my to cut my beard off, and honestly I’d like something that is just…kinna easy. I’ve spent my whole life working in restaurants, and I’ve never worked in retail, but shiidd I might give it a try in the Haight. I’d meet plenty of interesting people.

I am talking to my father about buying a house currently. He thinks Wisconsin Dells is the move. I think it’s Detroit. For the first time I think he is actually agreeing with me that there might be some money to make in Detroit. I noticed while doing some research that all the bad neighborhoods border the downtown. The city is going to blow up soon, and I think everyone knows that [I haven’t been there to confirm, but I believe the people I meet], so why wouldn’t it be true that the neighborhoods nearest the downtown would be worth the most? Well, I assume they have a lot of crime right now, but I think in 10 years that’s going to be a totally different case. I actually have to believe better than that, what I really want is for it to be different in 4 years, but that also means I could miss the jump on it. I just have to fucking go to Detroit! That’s the answer to all of these questions.

I was sitting and thinking on the roof of Alley House last night, and then I changed my IG name to Spark Twain. What do you think? I’m uhhh heavy weed smoking Mark Twain, lol.  I have actually, only read one of Twain’s works: The Prince and The Pauper. My Father tells me I should read A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, and so I own the book. I read the first chapter or two, but I think I was getting into more modern literature at the time. Perhaps I will turn it back again and read some Twain. All I know is, I like the name Spark Twain. but I like a lot of the things I make up lol.

So my Dad is moving out of his spot mid-July. I think he is going to go to Flordia. He is going to keep his Jeep. I’m telling him he shouldn’t move to Flordia because it will be impossible to save money there. I don’t really know if that is true, but it just feels so true. When I think of Flordia, I think of old ppl selling scripts. I have finished my Ca Phe Sua. Honestly I am thinking about smoking a damn cig! I told myself I was done yesterday. I didn’t smoke a square all day, and now I am sitting here and I am thinking about cigs. It’s not overpowering, it’s only slight, but I feel it. It’s more out of boredom, I would say. My body certainly says no, and I feel it that I won’t really enjoy a cig. but my brain wants it lol. Damn that brain.

I don’t know what to do. I’m tempted to have the cig because I have half a pack with me, but idk…lol. That’s obviously un-fucking-healthy. I will not feel as woke immediately afterwards, I already know it. I suppose the other option is to just smoke more weed, but I know it’s possible to have balance in this situation so I will not resort to that. My father and my sister and planning to move together, and I am telling them to fucking buy a place together! I feel like no one is taking this seriously except me. Granted, I am not saving money and I am instead out here traveling, but I am soon to return, and then I will prove that talk is not [always] cheap! As long as you pay yourself well for it. All the pieces are there for my father and sister to buy a place and have a little money saved up in a couple of years, but I just…don’t know if they’re going to pull the trigger on it. They could get a condo easy. My dad is such an asshole these days. I don’t know why, but he is totally different than when I was a kid. I feel like I’m really trying to help him out here, and he just belittles me. Sometimes I think about kicking his ass, but he’s really too much of a nice guy to swing on. I will sit back and let him do his thing. I just told him if they end up renting a place, I will never let him live it down. Eve I might let slide because she is still young, but my Dad is in a position where he could actually get a small piece of the action right now and I do not feel bad about holding him to that high bar. Sometimes I literally fucking hate my dad. He spent his entire life talking to me about money, and I grow to find he won’t even put his money where his mouth is. Other times I feel bad for him. I really don’t like anyone though. Everyone fails me, even me, at some point. I deal with it.

What I should do is spend my day editing all my writing. I just…can’t focus? Don’t have the patience. You know right now I kind of feel like I do have the patience. I also feel like I want to smoke a square. I still have the pack with me, and I know if I threw them away I would not be considering buying more, but since they are here I am thinking about smoking them. I can picture the otherside of the cig already. Less clarity. I am making up excuses in my head, like how I could smoke one and then write about the terrible process and how I feel on the other side. I know if I lit a square now and started smoking, I would finish the pack by the end of the day. I would be at risk of buying more forsure if I finished the pack before the end of the day. I am sitting here and it’s getting hot. I am losing my patience. I don’t know what to do today. Mostly I guess I’ve been smoking cigarettes lol. Ugh. I am so tempted to do it. I am weak! Ugh. My stomach hurts a little now. I wonder if smoking gives me a stomach ache. It’s possible. The sun is creeping. In a minute or so it will be on me. I think I’m going to fall victim and smoke…I feel so dumb about it. It’s like…I know I am not going to smoke in SF though. I took the day off and I felt good about it, and honestly if I was distracted I wouldn’t be thinking twice about smoking a cig. Ugh. Did you see me talk myself into that? Okay. I am going to light it up. Oh No! you’re probably thinking, and you would be correct. Omg I did it. You know I’ve quit smoking twice before in my life. When I was 19 I quit for 9 months, and then I smoked for a few more years until I was 25, and then I quit up until I arrived in Da Nang. I still haven’t inhaled. Thinking about putting it out lol. The sun is here. Holy shit you guys I put it out! I talked myself out of smoking. I sat and breathed the second hand smoke for a second, but I didn’t puff the bad boy. Hmm. I told myself “if I smoke this then I’m gonna end up smoking more tree probably, and if I run out of tree and I’m still smoking squares then I will certainly not quit with the squares, but if it’s the other way around I actually have a chance.” Okay. The sun is here. I could just move out of the sun…but I might leave the cafe and head… back to the hostel? I could easily run out of weed today too lol. No good! If I don’t buy anymore tree I will almost certainly make it to Friday without an ATM withdrawal. I need that. I’ve been off the rails, but now is the time to get back on track, and that’s exactly what I am doing.

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It’s the next day now. I’m smoking the second half of my last J on the top floor of L cafe. It’s fucking Wednesday! The 10th! That’s insane, because it means my trip ends in two days. I remember it all. Leaving SF. Flying to Milwaukee and seeing my Dad at the airport, and then spending a month in his basement. Good times. I remember flying to Qatar and then India. I spent a fucking month in Kolkata, that was a crazy time. A month in Thailand, a month in Laos, and six weeks in Vietnam. I’ve been stoned for almost everyday in Vietnam. In fact, this is supposed to be the last tree I smoke while in the country. I feel it would be advantageous of me to stop…I actually meant to finish this last night and wake up today with nothing, but it didn’t go down like that. So I will be done with this in several minutes, and by like 2 or 3 in the afternoon I’ll be Stone Cold, and then I have tomorrow to return to normality and then the following day at 05:00 I catch that plane.

I put it out. I feel…you know one thing about smoking weed all the time is that it’s kinna the same feeling. I mean, sure, you have different strains and shit that act differently, and you are affected by the outside world still.. However that effect from the outside world is so much lesser with the habitual smoker, that it’s practically monotonous. Sometimes I worry that I smoke too much weed. Other times I tell myself I shouldn’t worry. and after I’m done freaking out I always realize that weed isn’t technically healthy and if I want to enjoy it to the fullest potential I should be healthy in other aspects of my life. I don’t really enjoy drinking this Cap Phe Sua or eating this Croissant as much as I enjoy smoking weed, and in fact it’s not even close.

My friend Corey once told me that you can do something as simple as cut your hair and it has the potential to jumpstart the change you are looking for. I need a change when I return to SF. It will be different no matter what, because everyday is new, but I think I could easily slip in a big change right now and it would go quite smooth. My father is moving, I am up in the air about where I want to live. I love SF, but it’s impossible to own anything there so I’m thinking after 1 or 2 years I head back to the middle of the country, right? I am also at like 8 months not drinking, and having 4 of those months be a backpacking trip through SE Asia, I feel quite good about my sobriety. It’s hard to explain because I am so young and drank for such a short time, but when I went for it, I went for it, and so I had to kick that shit and I am glad I did. I dearly hoped it would lead to automatic success, alas… I have received freedom, yet as of: no success; I quest it. I am certain I am over thinking the current situation, because the fact is I will have to go back to SF and save some money, and that is just going to take time. If I choose to think and think and think while I am working, I will think myself to death! I need to just take my take saving some money, and then bust moves when I need? NO! As I was writing that sentence I realized it is wrong, because, I need to be multitasking! That’s what I AM missing and what I should plan to do. I always just do one thing at a time. Like, I haven’t even done my taxes yet [lol] what am I talking about with this “I need a plan” shit. Nah. I need some consistency, and good, healthy space to think in.

I have been messaging Kalen on IG, but I assume he is busy because he hasn’t been answering [turns out his new phone doesn’t have IG]. I wonder if he is happy in his position. He signed a year lease in the city, which is fine and dandy and all that, but I definitely could have lived with him so it is kinna lame in that aspect. Actually, I can’t bitch. I am 110% down for living with Casey, and in fact I think it will be better for both of us, but it’s a shame all three of us couldn’t be living together. We need to find a way to squeeze some money out of that city forreal.

Where is my focus on writing? You know, I’m always thinking about starting a new blog and shit, and do you know why? Because that shit would be easy, and I like easy. It is seeming though that’s not really what I want, and in fact maybe it’s the universes way of guiding me from a life I would not enjoy. If it ended up being a lot of popularity and not a lot of money as a blogger, I would be unhappy. I don’t really feel like starting a blog right now, or I think I would just start that second one, right? I foolishly bought some websites, and one of them I might still use, but I will try and sell some of them also, but I am not gonna be torn up that I spent some money on some websites. I recently wrote “I’m $35 into this project, there’s no turning back” or something like that, but I am now of the mindstate that I just need to do what I feel. To me, everyday is a Felix Felicis day, if you believe it is! and so if I feel like going to Hagrid’s houseI’m just gonna fuggin go to Hagrids.

Is Hagrids house in Detroit? Probably not. I’ve been giving that some thought too. I am pretty much planning to sign a lease…or jump on Casey’s lease, and stay in the city until I have 10k, right? I will probably get 1,200 a check, andso 600 for rent plus 200 a month for Jo cuz I owe her some money, and idfk how much for food, but anyway, if I get $2,400 a month I think I can save at least a thousand, maybe more. Kalen thinks he can save $1000 a month and my rent would be $350 cheaper than his. Hmm. If I could save $1350 a month I would probably try and pay Jo off fast, I think that would be the move. Get that outta the way. Shouldn’t take too long. Maybe I should go to whatever business is at the Asian Box location in the Marina and get them to let me live there. I need to find a place that will let me live at the office lol. Do that for two years, and now we’re talking.

The time is 08:06 here in Saigon and I just don’t know what to do with myself. I have done very close to nothing everyday that I have been in this country lol, I can’t even lie about it. Today though, I don’t know what to do. I was thinking after I am done here I could go to the park and read, maybe even finish my book, I’ve only got 66 pages left or something. Have you read Sapiens yet? You totally should, it’s a great book. I can’t wait to pick up the sequels. See. Boom! Right there. I need to read more. I could easily have time set aside every week that I read. You know I was studying programming a little bit in Laos when I was with Jo, and I haven’t opened that up once since I got to Vietnam. It’s like…whoa, that was kinna dumb lol. I could have done a ton in that programme this month! Learn new stuff, that’s what I need to do! and you know learning is kind of hard. I need to keep practiced so I don’t lose it. I definitely don’t feel like getting a job right now fam. I just feel like having money, that’s it. The job part I could give or take. I certainly don’t want to work with food, but I have a feeling that is what I am going to end up doing. I am looking at the Saigonciti Hotel while I am typing this and I am noticing how much better I have become at typing while not looking at the keyboard. I still make mistakes, but I am just so much better than I was a year ago it’s crazy. It’s actually kind of cool. So, anyway lol. I need to read more. I could be coding. I will have to work so I can save money and eventually not have to work. I will keep blogging…Oh! I could go to fxcking school still! I could apply for CCSF and see if I get accepted. Who knows. It could be the best this that ever happens to me. I haven’t been in a classroom in a long, long time. I don’t really know if I would enjoy it, but at least it would give me something to do that I would be locked into for a year or 6 months or something. Who am I kidding though, I don’t really think I am going to enroll in school. I think I am going to save a little bit of money, and then make a stupid risky investment with it, and after several tries I might come out on top lol. I get anxiety thinking about the money that I’ve lost, forreal. Damn. You know I have more money left than I thought I would. Yesterday I paid my lady and I had her give me cash back. I paid an extra dollar for that, but it’s worth it to me. So I have 760k, but I am toying with the idea of bringing a 500k VND note back with me just because it’s kind of cool. That’s like 20 bucks. Otherwise I could actually afford more tree, but I usually don’t see the lady until nighttime. Sometimes I see her on the streets during the day. If I saw her today I might scoop some. Idk. I want to stop smoking…party because I’ve got the plane ride and that’s like, a hella long day and a bad time to go 24h not smoking weed for the first time in a month lol. Honestly…I can see me not taking another break from weed for quite a long time. I need to ground myself in that aspect. I need to be healthier, read more, work more, and build more long lasting friendships before I am 30, all so I can balance out good daba in my life, because I have decided that is something I really want. I mean what did you expect?

Spark Twain

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Days 4, 5, and 6 in Saigon: If: Will, Then: Way. Else: findwill

I am at an especially small cafe called The Note Coffee. The downstairs is where you order, and then you come upstairs and there are two small tables and a bar with six seats. From here I overlook Bui Vein street in Saigon. It is windy where I am sat, probably because the air is funneled through the tall buildings down the street. It feels good with the heat, but I’m worried about dust getting in my coffee. What can you do? I got the Vietnamese Egg coffee, and…holy shit is it hot. It was stupid of me to drink that. I just fucked my day up forreal. I took a sip of it and it’s so thick, and then it was like lava in my mouth and to reverse things would have been “making a scene” in small regards. I drank that shit like a pro but damn…I think I burned my esophagus.

This egg coffee is lit! but it’s weird at the same time. I’m sure I can get it in San Francisco, and I might do that someday. So about the blog; I downloaded the Tingles app for the first time last night, and holy shit! I am blown away by the number of artists on there, it’s so nice, bringing everyone together like that. Now, that also falls under the realm of competition for what I want to do…but I will proceed. I have already decided. I’m like $47 deep into this project, and that’s too far in to turn back. I look forward to the T-Shirts. I also look forward to the blog, but that will probably be the more difficult project.

I went to Hoi An with this guy Jared, twice. The first time we had coffee at Mia Coffee, and he had the egg coffee. He thought it tasted like regular coffee. This does not taste like regular coffee. That’s all I gotta say about that. The texture is the most different part though. Whoa the ppl next to me just got some dank looking shakes. Okay. My computer is gonna die soon, so I gtg, but I will edit and post this later. The time is 10:53, and that’s peace out from The Note Coffee in Saigon!

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The time is now 14:05 in Saigon. There are four girls at the check in counter of my hostel asking questions. Now they are pulling money out. The day is the same day, just later in it. After I left you I went to downstairs at Note Coffee, ordered another egg coffee, and then sat out front smoking cigarettes for a while. They brought me some clear, salty snacks to have with my coffee. They were a bit spicy so it went well with my menthol cigarettes, but overall it was too much salt for so early in the day and I didn’t finish them all. Within forty-five minutes I finished my coffee and hit the road, but while I sat there two different men came up to me and asked me where I was from and tried to sell me tours. They all had books that past customers had written notes in. The first guy showed me four travelers notes, and three of the four were signed San Francisco, CA. I was like wtffff but when I thought about it later I realized that folks from SF are the only ones that would be bold enough to jump on a motorcycle and tour around Saigon lol. Plus, it seems like I only meet folks from California out here when I meet Americans. I just tell people I’m from
San Francisco now. It makes me sound way cooler than saying Chicago, plus I don’t recognize with the Chi like I recognize with the Bay. I’m from Milwaukee obviously, but no one knows where that is. I used to think no one knew where Milwaukee was when I was traveling around America, but out here it’s literally like no one has heard of it. I’ve met one or two people who know about my home city, but that’s out of three or four-hundred.

Will has been in bed all day. He went upstairs to fuck this Canadian girl last night, but she tried to make him wear a condom so he caught some head and fell asleep. He said it was some of the best head he’s ever had, and even though he was drunk as hell, I believe him. The other day he was staying in a room with his now ex-girlfriend and he brought a different “bird” back and then his girl caught them fucking in bed. That dudes tragic, but I quite enjoy his company. He was talking about checking out soon and taking a bus to Cambodia, so I might be alone for the rest of my time in Saigon. I doubt I’ll meet another travel buddy, plus I won’t really be traveling, I’ll just be in one spot the rest of the time I am here. Probably not at this same hostel…but I don’t think I’ll leave Saigon. The only way I’m leaving this city is if I go to the island in the south called dao Con Son. It’s spelled with some accents above the vowels in Vietnamese, but if you Google that name I guarantee you can find the place I am talking about. Only one guy has told me about the island, and he said there was like twenty tourists there. I could use that. A little detox before I hit it back to SF and get retoxed forever lol. Okay. I am quite enjoying writing, but I am going to take another break from it. At least puff down a square, and then maybe edit this and publish it, or maybe write a little more. Then eventually I will go get Will and we’ll go upstairs. Gotta get some food at some point too. The time is 14:21 on March 28th, and that’s Peace Out!

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The time is now 22:33 in Saigon. Some exciting stuff is happening in my room right now. I don’t even think I should talk about it. Will was just pretending he was od’ing. It wasn’t that funny, but it was a little funny. It doesn’t crush up like what it should be, and why would it even be what it’s supposed to be? I’m gonna close it up for now.

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It’s a new day! I’m at this super cool coffee shop called “Goc Ha Noi.” I looked up good egg coffee online [which was invented in Hanoi] and found this place in the rankings. It’s right by my hostel and it opens at 07:00 so I had to zip over. It’s the tiniest most coziest little coffee shop you could imagine, and it is all three floors of the building. I mean it’s really tiny though, you’d have to be here to believe it lol. Real old school building, like the kind of thing I would only see in a museum back home, I can’t even lie to you. I don’t know if I’ve ever been in the third floor of a building that was this small before, especially in America. There are pictures relating to Hanoi all over the shop, and it’s actually quite cool…kind of like a museum forreal.

I got the tuna toast and egg coffee combo, so we will see what happens. She offers an avocado toast combo, but I went tuna. I will be happy with it, but tuna has mayo forsure, and then I got the egg coffee. All and all, that’s a lot of cholesterol. My table is a loom and I accidentally just made it move; made the foot pedal move. I sat on the third floor and I kind of feel bad about making the lady walk up three flights of stairs with my food, but honestly she’s the one that insisted I go upstairs to order. I would have gladly ordered and then come upstairs.

Last night was a crazy night. Will brought back this Irish girl, that I had actually seen around the hostel and not thought much of, but then when I got to meet her she had these crazy blue eyes, and it turned out they matched her hair; were why her hair was blue. Plus she was Irish with that Irish accent. So I was chilling with an English guy and an Irish girl last night, and I felt pretty worldly. Holy shit this egg coffee is so much different than yesterdays! I just killed my tuna sandwich too. It sounds like some other people showed up downstairs. This egg coffee is mostly whipped egg. Yesterdays was kind of layered. This must be terrible for you lol. Just a grip of whipped egg yolks on a coffee. Should just be serving espresso and whipped cream. I kid, I kid; and I’m not joshing on Vietnamese Coffee either. I like this. I would like to learn to make it. The lady [I read online it’s just the owner that works here, and low and behold it’s just one lady in the building] working just turned on some pretty good jazz music. This place is hella lowkey, but it’s good.

I’m still smoking cigarettes, and today I woke up feeling like shit about it, so I gotta do something about that. Suddenly smoking for a day became smoking for a month, and I gotta hop off the train. I’m gonna try today, but I can’t lie I’m thinking about smoking a cigarette right now. I’m so used to having something to consume. Even back in SF I would always be eating food or something. I can’t smoke in this coffee shop, which is okay, I can deal with that. OoOo I found some coffee at the bottom of my egg; delectable!

Góc Hà Nội

That was hella good. I am quite tempted to order another one. Just go all the way to the street and smoke a ciggy and then come back? Hmm…maybe not. I might save my oomph and go to a different coffee shop. Damn this smoking cigs thing. It’ll be easier in SF cuz not many people there smoke, unless I’m kicking it with the foreigners, but I probably won’t do too much of that.

This is becoming one of those long articles and I simply don’t know what to do about it. Right now I am thinking of leaving and walking to a different coffee shop while I smoke a cig, but then when I arrive at that other shop I will continue writing. What I need to do is edit and publish. We’re at about 1,800 words now, and that’s probably way over the range of what the average person wants to read when they come to my blog. Oh well. I’m really only here to practice writing, and I am starting to feel pretty good about it. I knew I was on the right track when I heard Jack Kerouac did the same thing; he wanted to be a writer, and all he knew was he should start writing; a lot. One time Gardner told me I would be a famous writer. I told him I wanted to start a business and be rich, and he was like “no, no, you’re gonna be a famous author,” and in fact I recall trying to defend myself, but he said I was too much of an artist. He might be right; if only I could embrace that fully.

Damn this place is relaxing. It would be a good place to write about asmr. I have been giving massive thought to this new blog I want to open. Either I am thinking about the blog, or I am thinking about good sex. Right now I want to fuck the girl in the bed above me. Of course I’ll keep you updated on that, but don’t expect too much. When I am not thinking about fucking that girl, or any other girl, I am thinking about making money and that falls back onto itself when I am thinking about asmr. I found this tingles app, and that is a game changer, but then what about the blog? I want to keep tingles accountable. A lot of the artists they suggest just have old videos sitting there collecting views. I suppose where I come in, is I help keep everyone fresh with content. When someone publishes a new YouTube video or a new Tingles video, I want to know about it. I think asmr news is the move for me. I think. I think i think i think. Too much thinking and not enough action. I am still writing these hoz articles instead of moving onto the new thing. That’s okay for now…but eventually it won’t be. I’ve written one article, but one does not a blog make. Okay. We’re at almost 2,200 words now, so I am going to jet outside, have a smokey smoke, and then maybe go to the cafe down the road. I’m reserved at my hostel until Sunday morning. We shall see what I do after that. Okay! Peace until soon!

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The time is now 08:57 in Saigon and I am back at ToGo coffee. I was here the other day. I am in fact doing the same thing as the other day; listening to some T.I. while I write this. I was so stoned that I ordered a banh mi on the way over here, and that was just stupid. I already ate that tuna sandwich, and now I am superbly full. Not a good way to start the day. Now I’m listening to “Amazin” by Young Jeezy. I am also smoking a cigarette. I actually bought a pack of cigarettes! Again! I am so terrible. I mean it’s not like I’m drinking again, but I am quite disappointed in myself for smoking again. Plus I’ve been hella lethargic in Vietnam. I should be out trying to get it in with the many women visiting the city! I don’t really like getting stoned and sitting around so much, but it consumes me; I let it.

So many. I have had so many story ideas pop into my head the past couple days. I was sitting in the lobby of my hostel yesterday, it was a hot and sticky afternoon as usual in Saigon, and I was sitting across from this girl. I thought about walking up and talking to her for quite some time, but I didn’t, and then she received a phone call that went on longer than I stuck around for. She laid sideways on the loveseat, her head propped up using her hand and elbow. She had a pillow covering her ass so no one could see it. I We will never know if she has a nice ass or not. Like I said, I thought about talking to her, but I never did.

As she laid there on the phone, she twirled a small purse round and round. First it she would wind it up for a while, and then she would let it go and it would spin fast as hell before coming to a halt, giving a half spin or two the other direction, and then stillness. She would start the process over again. This went on for maybe five minutes. I was really only looking at the purse because I wanted to look at the girl, but it seemed too creepy to sit there and stare at her [duh lol], so I stared at what she was doing instead. We made eye contact a couple of times. That’s the closest I’ve come to getting laid recently.

Sooner or later I am planning to go to the war museum with Will, and we are hoping to find two ladies to go with us [he just messaged me and said he is going 5 hours north, so not today]. I am excited to go. I don’t feel like I know very much about the Vietnam war, but I bet I know more then I think I do, and I will find that out at the museum. Sort of related to that, is the Hippie movement. I’ve noticed how much of a world-wide term “hippie” is while I’ve been out here traveling. People used to called me a hippie when I was younger, especially back at home, and I would always deny it saying I wasn’t a hippie, but you know what? I am proud to call myself a hippie these days. I fit the shoes well, I would say. I fit the stereotypes, but I also have the gumption to tackle real conversation, and that’s hip as fuck, right? I consider, in a large sense, San Francisco to be my home, and even though I have not been a member of the SF scene very long, I feel like the city would be proud to have me representing it during my travels.

I’m smoking another cigarette now. We’re coming up on five pages! Whew! That’s too heavy lol. I am pretty sure I already edited the very first section of this article, but I will probably re-edit anyway. At this point I am just rambling, but I feel good about it as long as I am producing somesort of writing. I think about the Beat writers a lot. Laurence Ferlinghetti just had his 100th birthday the other day and there was a huge celebration at City Lights Bookstore, I saw it on Instagram. I wish I could have been there, it would have been cool. Either way though, I need need need to read some of those Beat authors. Especially if I’m making an effort to make my writing to popular in San Francisco of all places! I should at least know the history of the area which I represent. The time is 09:23 in Saigon, and I almost feel like I am running out of things to talk about. Almost…

I just messaged Kalen on IG about the asmr blog. I asked him how I should choose what to write about, since there is so much to write about, as it is such a new subject. I mean seriously. I know there is a business to be carved out in the asmr realm, but I want to do it right the first time! Research research research is the key, I know it. I really want someone to work with on this project, and I will find that person. I will. Maybe it’s Kalen, maybe it’s not. It’s probably not Casey, that’s all I know.

It’s SF all over again. It’s early af, but I’m so whacked out on coffee and blazed that I don’t know if I am going to have a very productive day. Right now all I can do is sit here and keep writing, so that’s what I am going to do. It’s getting to the point where I am not looking forward to editing this beast, but I gotta do it. I gotta! Soon I need to get into writing stories. Once I get the formula down, it will be easy to just go with the flow. If I could sit down at write this much, but have it be for a fictional story? Well that would be the move. Just keep going and going and going. I know I’ve got it in me, I just need to figure out the formula. I want to start with short stories, and then move into producing full length novels, but we shall see what road life takes me on. When I first left America I told everyone I was going to India for 6 months and I was going to write a book, but if I were to try it again, I would probably come to Vietnam. I haven’t been to Mexico yet though. I want to go to Mexico City and see if that would be a good place to write a book. It might be! Plus it’s legal to smoke in Mexico now, and that is something I want to tryout.

My mom and her boyfriend need to move this summer, something about the landlords son wanting the place. My mom wants to buy a house, and Vern wants to buy a condo. I think he has most of the money and will therefore be the final say in the purchase. I always think buying a house is the better move, but then again I have never owned a house, so I really can’t say. I was hoping that I would be able to talk Vern into investing in real estate with me one day, but that is still far down the road. It could easily be 10 years before I purchase my first piece of land or house, and after that I am hoping it will have an exponential effect and I will be able to keep purchasing real estate until I am old and with a long grey beard.

Ha! So let me tell you about this experience Will had yesterday. These ladies; see when you are walking down some of the streets in Saigon, these ladies try to pull you in to come get a massage, and I mean sometimes they are really touchy-feely. Of course we were wondering to ourselves if these places are happy ending massage parlors. Well, yesterday, Will went and got a massage. He got an hour long massage, and he said it was nice and relaxing with soft music in the background and everything, and then halfway through she pointed at his dick and said “You want that massage?” and he was like “Sure, why not,” and then the women said 900k Dong and Will found himself dealing a negotiation right in the middle of his massage; he said it wasn’t very relaxing lol. So he talked the lady down to 500k. She left the room [Which had 9 other empty tables. He was alone.], came back with a second lady, pulled the curtain around Will, the new lady pulled his dick out, oiled it up, and got to work. The lady who was giving the massage just stood there and watched. He said it was a bit awkward as the massage lady was staring at him as he’s getting wanked off by this other lady. So in about two minutes time he came, into the air and all over himself, and then he had to pay for that service right there on the spot. They wiped the cum from his chest. The first lady went back to massaging him. This was about 14:00 in the afternoon yesterday. He came back and I was kind of taking a nap, and he was like “Bro, I just had the craziest experience,” and I was whoa’d af when he told me that story. Thought you might enjoy it too. I am thinking about going to get a massage before I leave the city. If I do, I’ll certainly tell you about it.
We’re at page 6 and about 3,900 words now. I’m doomed. When is the point of no return? I used to publish these really long, rambling articles and I was not sure anyone liked them. Oh well. I do what I do. One things that motivates me to write at this point in my life, is that if I ever do write anything successful, a small group of people will probably seek out and read this blog, and I am writing not just for myself, but also for that small group of people who enjoy my later works and want to see where I started. But that’s like the plot of The Terminator, because if I didn’t write this blog now, maybe there wouldn’t be any later works to read, and then none of what I mentioned above would be valid, or even make sense. Time is weird, but I sure am happy to be experiencing it.

Damn! I took a photo at that Goc Ha Noi coffee house this morning, and the photo already has 43 views! That’s hella good. Cool. I’m almost at 1.1 million views on my Google Guide photos, and every photo has “sparktwain.com” as the caption. I feel real good about that. The condensation on my iced coffee has been gathering below the cup, and it is now getting pretty close to my computer. I might have to switch tables…or get a napkin, but I think I would have to go downstairs for that, and I don’t think I am going to go downstairs. Yup. I’m switching tables. Then when I sit at the new spot, I’m gonna puff a square down.

Okay, new table. The time is 10:00 on the dot [not that I don’t always state the exact time], and I should really edit this article or things are going to get out of hand. So here we go. Gonna edit, and then publish, and then head back to my hostel and take it from there. Peace! [Finished editing the writing. Onto the pictures. The time is now 11:58 on March 29th, 2019 in Saigon, and that’s a big PEACE OUT!]

Chris

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Day 2 In Saigon; Real G’s Don’t Smoke

I need video. and sound. Let there be lights, and then let there be rock! I am listening to G Shit by T.I. and Jeezy. It’s not impossible to write while I listen, but it’s not easy lol. I do love rap music, and sometimes I wonder if it’s not good for my mental health. When I was in Da Nang I got to spit some freestyle rap and I realized how much I missed that shit. I could have been a profiting rapper if I had put my life to it; still could. Things are different now. I don’t even drink anymore. The song has stopped. I am not as pumped as I was ten seconds ago.
There is a gentleman sat in front of me hunched over some papers, presumably doing math equations. I saw him run back to get a calculator. His name is Nichola and he is from Germany. We are staying in the same hostel, but I am writing to you from the coffee shop up the road called ToGo. It aint bad here, but I’ve only had the Vietnamese milk coffee.
Today I will be switching hostels to a place called Flipside, which is on Bui Vien [street] in Saigon. I went there with Will yesterday because his girl Alex and him have a room there, but once I discovered there was a rooftop bar with a chill area, I went downstairs and booked a dorm bed for myself. Totally the move for me. I will stay a couple of days until I figure the situation out, and then I will move onto someplace cheaper. I think being around the travelers will allow me to learn a lot, and very quick. I won’t have that same opportunity at my current hostel because it’s not as busy, forsure, plus there is no good area to chillax. I am excited to head to the new place. Think I’ll post this before I go? I’ve already written two articles from this city that have gone unpublished lol.
The ice in my Vietnamese coffee isn’t melting fast enough for my liking. On a separate note, I think I am going to smoke a cigarette. I’ve been going ham; smoking over a pack a day for like two weeks now. I have decided my best option would be to quit the week before I leave Vietnam, but if I fuck that up then my plan B is to remain very strict in San Francisco, because after almost two years of not smoking cigarettes I am not going back to that shit. I am an alcoholic that has traveled 3 months on the South East Asia backpackers circuit and not drank a drop, I’ll be damned if I get stumped by these fucking tobacco companies. Willpower is there, I just need to summons it…jury duty fucking mandatory.
I am sitting here with my cigarette now; it’s almost gone. Now it is gone. I listened to that T.I. song again, and I went to the artist radio so now I am listening to Pimp C. I like UGK but I have not dove into them deep. Once I am rich and have a license again I will whip my Ferrari from SF to NY and bump some UGK on that journey. I greatly look forward to driving across the United States…probably by myself. I need to keep that shit at the front of my mind to maintain my discipline. I am excited to get back to San Francisco and get to work! Making a little bit of money…I will have circumnavigated the globe this time around, so I confident about finding contentness in the city I now call home. When I was in SF the first time it was an overload. So much of the world was still becoming new to me. Now? I will be 27 in eighty-nine days, and I am about to enter a 10 year quest to become a better version of myself. I know what I want. Before, I wanted to travel, and meet new people. Now, I have traveled, and I have met new people, and I will be a traveler for my eternity. I still haven’t made any money however, and so that’s next on the list.
As I am sitting here smoking another cigarette, and the time is 09:50 in Saigon, I am realizing I want to work with a group of other bloggers. I have been scared to talk about my ideas with anyone in fear they may get stolen, but then today Nichola told me he heard in Silicon Valley the way people go about building projects is different, and that everyone encourages open discussion in an effort to make the most optimal product/service. This is what I desire: open conversations to benefit both parties, but being as I have nothing [relatively] at this point, I would like to contain that conversation to other individuals who are in my similar position and working toward similar goals. Okay. I am going to write an email to Chris from TravelSizedRobot.com, and ask his opinion. He also runs a blog for car enthusiasts, so he would be someone I consider in my position. He’s better off than I am, I believe, monetary wise, but he is still one of the small fish in the pond. I also don’t believe he is a bottom feeder, which is what I need to avoid. A wise bottom feeder could potentially fuck me right now. I do consider myself knowledgeable in my niche, but I am not yet a master of it. I will be. I would like to be the premier source of asmr knowledge and insight…we shall see. Okay. That’s it for now. I am going to edit, publish, and then work on some other stuff. Peace!
Chris

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Day 23 In Da Nang…The Final Morning

For the final time I am writing to you from Factory 43 Coffee. The time is 09:10 and I am sitting right under the air conditioner in the upstairs of the building. I am a little cold. Soon will arrive a cappuccino and a croissant that I ordered. If I am not mistaken this is the first time I have tried the cappuccino here. I almost got a brownie, but I am sure there will be plenty of brownies in Saigon; I arrive at 05:00 in the morning tomorrow.

This guy I met in Ha Noi, did I tell you about Will? Well he is trying to come to Saigon too. We discussed many different plans last night, but I think I am just going to make him come to the train station with me, and hopefully there is a ticket available so he can get on the train. If there isn’t, maybe he can get a ticket for later in the day, and then he can just go cool in the large part of Da Nang until his train leaves. I looked up the refund situation online, and it doesn’t seem easy to change trains or get a refund. If I could switch my train to a later train and ride with Will, that’s probably what I would do, but I can’t lose the $40 I already paid.

The time is now 09:19. Really I shouldn’t kill too much time here. I probably should hit an ATM and buy some snacks for the train and shit like that. Apparently I could have paid by credit card for my ticket! I should have totally done that. Talk about a fail. Now I am talking about going to the ATM again. Lame. Plus Will has to hit the ATM and pay for his room before I can even get him to come to the train station. Yeah. I should just kill this cappuccino and dip outta here. The cappuccino is good! It’s a little milky for my tastes, but certainly it’s better than most that I’ve drank[I hadn’t really drank cappuccino’s before I left America]. Okay…here I go! I only just arrived at this cafe, and I haven’t done much…but that’s okay. I’m going to edit, post, and leave. Peace.

Chris

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A Hot Day In Hoi An

Today is a hot day in Hoi An. Have you ever been here? Vietnam is so nice, and this is a rather cool little city, with a surprisingly wry nightlife scene. I ordered my first, second, and third nitrous gas balloon last night after this girl Steph showed me what it was all about. I guess it’s legal here, and in fact I have heard of these balloons before, but this was the most opportune time I have had to try it out.

As soon as I did it I was like “Oh. Whippits.” Back in America that is called a whip-it, pretty much anytime you’re getting down with that stuff, and I guess I never knew it was n02. It was pleasant. I got a little high for a second and then it faded. What’s more impressive than that? I also smoked a whole pack of menthol cigarettes last night! WTF is going on with my life?!? Seriously. Here I am, living the non smoker life for 2 years, and then I’m smoking a whole pack of squares in 12 hours flat? I’m falling off the wagon my dudes! I kid. I am steady in it for the money, and smoking cigarettes isn’t part of my plan. I might keep smoking for a little while, but I’ll kick the habit soon, and hopefully for good this time…I obviously didn’t quit smoking when I left Da Nang.

I met a group of totally cool people last night. Steph, Chelsea, Lena, Daniella, Raphael, and then this dude Will I spent two hours talking to at the end of the night. It was more people than that, but I’d say became the core group. We started the night with good ole fashioned conversation over some free beers at the hostel, and then moved [much later] into the nightlife of the city. We went first to the Mr. Bean Bar…which was a trip. Then we went to Hair Of The Dog, and that girl Steph told me it was gonna be…I believe she said filthy? I remember her telling me something, and at the time I didn’t know how to process the information, but I could tell she thought it was gonna be lit. It was lit. I had only been one place similar [I don’t get out much], and that was a place in Seattle. Filthy, grimy, low-life spaces I’d say, and I couldn’t help but feel quite at home. I lied. I had like 6 NO2 bLns.

There is much more I could tell about last night, but not today. It is far to hot in Hoi An to be going into the complicated proceedings of last night; ephemeral camaraderie, if you will. Just know that I only got two hours of sleep! The time is 10:27 and I have written this to you from Mia Coffee. The Cappuccino was quite good, but I reckon I’d have rather gone espresso.

Chris

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Day 18, Morning

I am literally waiting for my website to load so I can post my writing from yesterday titled: Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity. I actually just made that title up right now, but I am going to move forward with it when the website loads, lol. Ferocity…it’s what I quest. To be ferocious about life in 2019 is to be exiled from the past. The future is here! I don’t know how much different shit is going to get, but I know it’s going to change fast, and everyday.

I was talking to this guy staying in my room at the hostel, Chris, and he is a nice, tall, lanky white guy from South Africa. For those of you that know Sacsha at the Green Tortoise in Seattle, this gentleman kind of reminds me of him…in a way. Carefree about life, but also very hardworking. I know Chris is in town to teach English, and he told me he works six days a week.

Last night I asked Chris, seemingly out of the blue, if he had ever owned any businesses. He told me yes, he had owned 2 businesses and been partnered in a restaurant. We talked for some time about his past in business, and then I whittled my t-shirt idea right there in the air in front of him. I think he liked it. He told me I had a good idea. He also told me to make a budget, and to work hard, and to never give up. I gathered that his father might have some money, but that also means his father could have taught him a few things. I listened to what Chris had to say and I took it all in. It’s interesting to meet the many individuals from across the globe that come to Da Nang, but Chris turned out to be especially cool.

There’s a tiny dog across the street taking a poop. That dog seems to enjoy pooping over there, I saw the dog do it alone last night…but now I see it these people working at the hostel that just leave the shit in the middle of the sidewalk! Ha! It’s crazy now that I’m really thinking about it. She just watched this dog take a shit on the sidewalk, and now she and the dog are walking back into the hostel. I almost step in that tiny shit everyday! I never put it together until just now that that shit is this tiny dog’s tiny shit! Wow…I am staying at the most savage hostel in the neighborhood. I respect, but I can’t say I would do the same.

The time is 07:44 in the morning here in Da Nang, and I am stizzoned like usual. I have been getting lifted everyday here and it’s…pretty lit, I can’t even lie about it. Da Nang is my favorite place I’ve been on this journey, and it’s pretty damn westernized where I am at [am I a wimpy traveler?]. I live by mostly western style restaurants. Like Factory 43 Coffee that I am probably going to go to in 20ish? minutes. That shit would not survive in Laos. Not even in the capitol city I don’t think. Vientiane was large, supporting a lot of people, and there was  Common Grounds coffee shop there which was really good, and really turned out to be one of the best cafe’s I’ve been to on this trip. 43 Factory is maybe the most modern place I have been though. It’s got to be only months old, it’s so damn clean in there. It’s in a less dense area of the city than downtown too.

I can get so much writing done in one day…I will have written a whole page in just a moment here, and I’ve been writing for about 45 minutes. Do I really like writing? If I do then I need to do it more often, but with more focus. I need to write about asmr! See I should post this article, then write some asmr content, and then I could even write a second post later. I could have that all accomplished by noon, forsure. Editing takes a while I guess, and with these post’s I’m just fucking rambling, but with the asmr content, my focus is more exact. I can’t lie, I actually did write my first piece of content yesterday: My Top 3 ASMR Videos To Wake Up To. Is that a good title? Too cheesy? I am trying to produce highly-edible, easily digestible content, that still carries weight as merit is there. I will produce a few more articles and then see what I think about posting them. I could post the content on hoz to see how it looks. I need a program that I can layout a blog post on. Right now I just use word and then the editor within WordPress. The WP editor is generic, I would say. Plus, I am just editing words. Like now.

Chris

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ASMR Coffee Travel VIETNAM

Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity.

I just got my Burundi Espresso at 43 Factory Coffee, and either I just love espresso, or I love this Burundi espresso. I haven’t drank very much espresso in my life. Damn this place is nice, and even the outfits they wear are hella flattering. The girl at the counter gave me 15% off on my espresso this time and I feel real good about it. This is the second time I’ve come here today, but damn it’s just so good I can’t stay away! Okay…it’s not like that good, but the atmosphere is nice, and they have air conditioning, which is the victory maker. Don’t tell anyone but I brought Oreo’s with me today…and I plan to eat them at this coffee shop! Should be interesting. I don’t know if I am allowed to eat other food in here. In most establishments out here no one is bothered; if you’re spending money it’s not a problem that you’ve brought items with you. This place I’m at right now though is high class. Okay. I just took my first bite of Oreo. It’s strawberry flavor, what you got to say about that?

I wrote a long letter to Kalen today talking about possible business prospects. I didn’t send it, and in fact when I am supposed to be editing it and finishing it, I am writing this. Damn this espresso is so good…anyway. I think I know what to do in regards to money…I need to save some money, to invest some money lol. I wonder what kind of money I’ll really be able to save in SF [I talked to Kalen and he believes he can save $1000 a month, and his room is a buck too]. It could be substantial, but I also don’t want to work myself to death. However I also think now is the time to start this business, and so I will have my cake, and sell it too.

I suppose my tax money would be a viable source, except that MAC’D has not given me my tax documents [UPDATE! My tax docs are here!]. I should actually double check on that again. Although I will be back 3 days before tax day, so I might be able to get it sorted. I’m going to end up eating all these Oreos. Okay. The atm was out of money today, so I’m just chillin…I can only go places where card is excepted. Okay! I am going to look up about my MAC’D tax docs, and I am going to edit that letter to Kalen…then edit this, and post and send…and then hopefully get some real work done! [I sent the letter, but it’s 07:21 on the 18th, and I am only now finished editing this article].

Chris.

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ASMR Coffee Hostel Life Travel VIETNAM

Day 15. Two Weeks in Da Nang!

Yet another day in Da Nang! I really like it with the exclamation point. It was something I came up with upon my arrival and I still like it. I was so giddy when I first arrived to this city; the first few days were beautiful, containing majestic adventures. From forward things became plain-jane, but I wasn’t arguing with the lifestyle. Now I am officially exhausted. I chart course to move on from Da Nang soon, possibly tomorrow. From here I will go to Hoi An, and I am excited to do so. After that I am not sure what my move will be. I heard about this music festival in Hanoi, and honestly I’d love to go, but that is far more traveling then I planned to do. I really feel like I should venture to northern Vietnam, but I am not sure I will make it on this trip.

I just received an espresso with fucking banana smoothie on top. It’s so lit. I definitely have banana smoothie in my mustache, but I ain’t complaining. It’s a little more than I really wanted in a morning coffee, overall; probably a lot of sugar, but I was so enticed by it on the menu, I just had to try. There is quite a bit of banana on this thing, and since the banana is cold it cooled the espresso down, and so it’s not exactly what I was hoping for lol. Okay…I mixed it all up! and now I really don’t feel great about it. Imagine, literally, a hot espresso, and now pour in cold banana milkshake and whisk it; that’s what I have in front of me. I give this Kafe two high-fives on attempt, but the execution here has something to be desired. I got this thing from Bro’s Kafe, in Da Nang. I haven’t even properly had their coffee! So I can’t even tell you if it’s good. Wow. That was fucking crazy that I just drank that. I am going to…order another one.

Just kidding, I ordered an espresso this time. I also moved to the Kafe instead of sitting at the hostel, because the lady is sweeping up the front area. This cafe is pretty popular and I have been slowly embracing it. I started with a sandwich one day, and a fruit yogurt the next, and now I’m a custy. I actually had lunch here with my friend from Germany. Good times those were. He said he’s coming back to Da Nang next month, but idk if I will still be here…since I was just talking about going south in the last paragraph. I could always go to Hoi An for a week and then come back here, and then go south. It would be better to give myself a boost on my schedule though. I’m getting caught up in the good life here in Da Nang, and you know what? I don’t feel like I have earned the good life yet, and that in turn if I settled for the good life now I would feel like I didn’t hustle hard enough in the future. [I am actually smoking a fucking cigarette while I am editing this, can you believe that! It started with the spliffs, spliffs everywhere! and then I wanted to do it myself. Then I just wanted something to smoke one day, so I ripped the filter off a cigarette and then smoked it…makes me feel like I’ve not gone back to the traditional habit that way. I’ve smoked like 15 filter-less cigs at this point. Once I leave Da Nang NO MORE SMOKING!]

I am reading this article from Viper Chill about the future of blogging. I feel that I could be at a pivotal point in my life [although I often feel this way] where if I really give my all to a blog, I might actually be able to walk away with something. What I give my all to, that matters a lot to me. Recently I have been considering ASMR, and I talk about all of that in the article prior to this one, but now I am considering the nomadic life vs the urban life, and I am considering ease of monetization and I am considering what do I actually like doing. I have come to realize I need to do more research, and in fact, I think I will take a break from writing this article while I read some of the one cited above[it’s pretty long, I’ve yet to finish.]

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The time is now 18:03 in Da Nang. It’s almost dark, and I am at Surf Zone. If you have been in Da Nang in the last two weeks you would have been able to catch me at this bar, as it is the bar next to my hostel, and they are chill and let me cool out here. There are two dogs, Aikido’s, and there are two cats, or kittens if you would because they are so tiny it’s incredible. There is actually a video here of the kittens playing, the most recent thing on my YouTube page. I can’t believe I moved right into this neighborhood full of expats, and all I did was choose a hostel on booking.com. I didn’t pick at random, I picked a spot that looked good on the map. This place was close to the beach, and the area was a highlighted urban section on Google Maps; the price is only 75,000 vnd per night, which is just over $3. I arrived in Da Nang on a Friday, so this must make it exactly two weeks.

I sit here and I write, because otherwise I know not what to do. I can’t imagine being a writer one-hundred, or even forty-five years ago. The pen and the typewriter? Fuck that. This is easy. I always hold the pen to firm, you know? I hurt my fingers in the process. Strain the muscles. I can’t imagine the typewriter because I make a lot of mistakes, and I’d have to white-out a lot of shit if I used my current style with a typewriter. I wonder if it would be better for my writing, because I would be spending more time writing each thing, so I would be more exact. Then again, I produce so much work with a keyboard I think it’s like comparing apples to paintballs. Only children use apples.

There is a DJ from Japan performing here tonight, and where I am sitting now should theoretically be boppin in about 4 hours. Right now it’s dead, but it’s only getting dark now. I…kind of think I just saw one of the resident dogs eat another dogs poop. No good. I am pretty blind, so I can’t really tell, but it looked like he was sniffing another dog while that dog was pooping, and then I swear I saw him eat something off the same spot. Okay. These mosquitoes are killer, so imma go somewhere else quick. Peace.

Okay, I went to Le Petite cafe up on the corner. I am the only person on the premises, except for the workers of course. I wonder if they were about to close or something. It’s only 18:30 now, and they aren’t supposed to close until 22:00, so I would guess no. This place doesn’t exactly sell ice cream, but they have blended drinks that are pretty good, and I consider it ‘getting ice cream’ in my head. Today I got the ‘mint cookies’ frappe. There might be milk, but there is no ice cream. I think there is ice.

After this I will get some proper food, but I wanted to finish this article, and then post it, as well as an additional one I wrote the other day. It’s a little crazy I have been in Da Nang for two weeks already. Two weeks. Poof! Gone. My mint cookies dealio is here. Oh shit! It’s pretty good. This place isn’t the cheapest, but it certainly doesn’t fail me.

I guess that’s it. I should wrap this up. Got a lot of editing to do, and all I do is sit around all day and think of what blog I want to start. But I want to start a new blog, I know that. Okay…I will leave you with that.

Chris

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ASMR Coffee The Art of the Market The Unstuck Travel VIETNAM

Days 6, 7, and 8!

There are many things I can do with my afternoon. Today, I went out to lunch twice, the second time the result of a brownie blunder. Now I am sitting at the hostel bar eating bananas. Life is good. The only question I can’t seem to answer is: What’s Next?

The English teaching demo turned out to just be an interview. I was disappointed in that, but also quite relieved. Sitting here now, I can’t even imagine a universe in which I taught that class. On the real of things, I am a little bit too nervous to be a teacher, I think, at least for young kids. First of all, I talk (and talked [during the interview]) too fast. It’s not the most impressive gig I could imagine, at only 1.5 hours per week, but if she calls me back about it I might consider it. I have thought it might not be fair to the kids, right? To only stay for a couple of months and then leave. Yeah, that about sums it up. But with just that small of a schedule, it doesn’t seem like a reckless a proposal…

“The bananas are quite good and I shall continue to eat them,” said the man eating bananas. He then reached for a forth banana, breaking a fourth wall in the process, and supudlling his scrumdittlyumpities about. He gazed gloomily at the wreckage of his scrumdittlies. “Fuck.”

I’ve been thinking about writing some short stories but haven’t moved into any execution. I am eating a forth banana though. I guess I have too many bananas. It’s bad to eat too many bananas because of potassium, right? They’re just so damn good! It’s not like I’m addicted to bananas. Stop looking at me like that.

My computer is going to die and I need to find a power source…so peace for now. I don’t want coffee and that kind of limits my options for places to go. The hostel has a plug in the bed, but the table situation is limited. I suppose there is a table…but I just like going out lol. I guess… So idk where I’ll be next…

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I am now at this cafe called Le Petite. I was here this morning with this dude I had just met, and we had coffee here. It was actually pretty good coffee, but it was strong af no joke. It was closer to an espresso shot in size though. It was more like…I wondered if they actually put the hot water in. Holy shit though, this milk shake I just bought is lit. It’s a little expensive in relative terms, but at 75k (about $3[the same price as my bed]) it’s pretty worth is for a milkshake. I might come here more often. I can just sit with my milkshake and write. It’s a little slow at Le Petite right now. Pretty soon, like a year or two, and I bet this place will be boppin with nomadic money makers from everywhere. I’m sitting here wondering if I should get in on that. I haven’t been so ravenously focused on my future as of recently, and I am instead trying to have a realistic look at things and make some logical choices. This of course takes time. In the mean time I am just trying to live the good life, day by day. This milkshake…which is actually more like a frappe with a scoop of ice cream on top, is really good. I am going to leave a good review on Google.

I met a woman today who told me she went to school for Jewelry Design and never used the degree. She is quite nice, and a very interesting person, but I believe her fastest way to make money and her journey lie in different directions. She will eventually fly to Australia and work out there. I have considered doing that very thing, but idk…there are so many things I want to do! I have considered it, because you can only get the working holiday visa to Australia until you are 30, and then its boom; tourist visa only! That’s okay I suppose. I want to run my own business asap, right? That seems to be the reoccurring goal. I am not considering a restaurant, but it sure seems to be what I know. (Anyway, I am saying the goal of opening a business will probable keep me glued to home in my 30’s.)

I want to open a business in America. I briefly gave thought to opening a business internationally, but that is more like a retirement goal at this point. Would I love to operate a business in Da Nang? Hell yes. but it’s more than that. It’s about a dedication of time. What do I want to be doing? Well, I already got the writing thing down. I have been practicing and I keep up with it, so now it’s the money. I want to make money doing something that challenges me, right? The options for working overseas for me right now are: writing online, which is a lot of work for a small about of money. Jo was lucky enough to land a good gig that will keep her getting 240 a month if all works out. That is enough to live in, say, Vietnam. She landed a pretty good gig. I can’t even lie about that…I just don’t know…I would rather make American wages while I am saving, but when I go back this time I am probably going to…fucking stick to something! I want to start doing something and get good at that thing, and I need it to make money, and then maybe I can write about it for extra money if that money is good also. Selling things online seems like the move. My and DL should really get down on that. Make like a million statues and sell them badboys…or something like that. I guess I feel like if I have an initial investment, I’ll be able to move onto better things directly from there. Going to college seems to be…the opposite of that. What would I have after two years of working fulltime in SF and saving as much as possible? Damn, it could be a pretty penny, right? Then again, with a four year degree from a UC university, let’s say I make it that far, what do I do with that degree? I could instead have 4 years of wages saved up. Okay. What is that? If I could save…$1000 a month, that’s 48k. That’s…probably enough to get a loan. Then what am I doing with this loan? I kind of think opening a hostel would be the move, but I feel like it’s a saturated market. Not a lot of tourism where I am from, so maybe I just don’t see the full potential…but I feel like all the good destinations already have a lockdown in that market. I need a new format, or a better idea to get big money, fast. I need to move online, forsure. That milkshake was dank af. Idk how long I have been chilling at this cafe now…maybe 30-45 minutes, closer to 30 probably…I kind of wanted the drink to last longer than that, but I’m chillin either way.

Hmph. I am going to write a review about that amazing milkshake I just had on Google, after I save this document of course, and then I guess I am…going to hit the road? It’s 18:23. I could do many things, but what I’d really like to do is chill on a couch and play with my phone, but all I have is a hostel bed to chill on. Seriously.

Chris

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It is the following morning and I am writing to you from 43 Factory Coffee in Da Nang! Vietnam. I think it looks nice with the exclamation point! at the end. This must be what Hawaii is like, that’s kind of how I feel. Now, I’ve never even been to LA, much less Hawaii. So don’t just go believing what I say, but someday I will go to Hawaii and perhaps will touch the topic again. My Oolong tea has just arrived. I…just took a picture of it. I also got a brownie this morning, and I made an actual effort to lay off coffee! I am proud of me. I did forget to brush my teeth though…life is crazy. I guess I am trying to switch over to more of a tea platform. It will be better for my heart in the long run. The brownie is for continuity. This coffee shop has good brownies. The tea is also good! Hoorah. It’s not like you get a pot of tea, you get a strange chemistry-class like container and a separate cup. Always. I got a ceramic cup today, but normally the drinking cup is ditto when you order the coffee. Sometimes when I write a sentence, and I read it over, I feel like I purposefully evaded a proclamation suitable of understanding.

There are many things to be done on this Wednesday afternoon, and so I think I might go to the beach and forget about them. The beach here is great. It’s long af, and it’s not too busy. I was told it gets even busier in the summer, but also it’s hot af in the summer. I would consider coming here when it’s summertime. Maybe I would be interested to learn to write in Vietnamese? Hmm. I wonder how much it would cost to have my website translated into Vietnamese…it would be a difficult task I imagine. I have no idea how the language works, but I’m guessing some of my miracle shit wouldn’t make it over.

New Fame LLC was outsides kicking more freestyles last night, I awoke and heard them. I thought later on I’d wished I’d went out, but were talking 3 AM thoughts. The problem was that I had eaten 250 grams of cashews and eight bananas…or something like that. I wonder when I will see them again. I will probably see them again though. Damn. I can’t believe I missed a good chance to rap. Oh well. Things come, and things go.

It would be real easy to get stuck in this city. Real easy. It’s gotta 50’s American vibe. Everything was all good in the 50’s. I wasn’t alive, of course, but my grandfather tells me about it. Sounds like good times. Everyone is taking pictures here! on this side of the world, and in this cafe right now. Pictures af! Seriously. The selfie and photography game in Asia is strong af. I mean seriously strong. Idk what IG in China is like, but it’s gotta be lit.

The time is now 7:01 PM in San Francisco. I know this because my computer still tells the SF time. I have like 150 pages of writing written in this ‘long flow’ format, and I have yet to edit any of it. It’s all from while I was in San Francisco. What will come of that writing, I do not yet know. I kind of have this dream I will someday get an editor for it, but I still want to go over it myself one more time, and that’s just going to take a while. I would have so many more posts if I had edited and published all that work, but at the same time I wouldn’t have the same words because time management doesn’t work that way. I am almost finished with my brownie and tea. I still plan to hit the beach today, mostly because I want to try out my scarf as a towel. The ends of the thing aren’t tied into knots, it’s just a bunch of loose threads. The scarf was made on a loom. That’s pretty cool, I don’t know if I’ve ever had any loom gear before. That would be a cool brand name. Loom. I wonder if Fruit Of The Loom would sue you. How long before you think suing is a worldwide thing? Right now I don’t think a lot of countries have complicated lawsuits, but I could see a future where that changes.

This 43 Factory Coffee is so futuristic, it’s crazy. I really like the long tables made of a single, solid piece of tree. They are a beautiful touch to an otherwise cold room upstairs. I like the upstairs room, it’s where I spend the most time. There are these two ladies next to me just taking a grip of pictures. They’ve been going at it for 15 or 20 minutes now, oml. I suppose I better get to editing and publishing this piece of work, otherwise I might end up with another SFCF. That stands for San Francisco Cluster Fuck. That’s what I consider those 150 pages of writing I have…an SFCF. Okay, I’m going to edit now.

Chris

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It’s the 8th day of March and I am writing to you from 43 Factory Coffee. I am not eating super healthy since I’ve been here, but that’s okay. I came up with a great new idea! I bought a new website and everything, and now I am looking at hosting it. I really believe this is going to work, and so I will be conducting work in Vietnam until I leave. Hold me no more to these words I have produced! For if they do not come, know I am aware of it too. This is just a quick little post before I go off unto doing my daily tasks. I will be traveling to HCMC (Saigon) I do believe, in the future to get some of my tasks accomplished. I am excited. Let’s GO!

Chris