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I’m Very Sorry My Site Was Down

As you all may or may not know, I started this blog so I could get better at writing. Well, I got better. So it was that while I was in Vietnam in 2019, I adopted the moniker Spark Twain. I have probably written that already, alas, this website has been down for the past 3 months, and I just wanted to let you all know that I haven’t gone anywhere, I am just working on some other projects at the moment. I am running many different blogs at this point, but not all of them are passion projects. Once I can support myself financially while writing full time, I intend to take Heart Of Zeus to the next level. I mean, let’s be real! This is where it all started! And when I went to India, I hasn’t yet grown to be Spark Twain. So, all I’m saying is, if you want the most up to date writing I offer, you have to go find my new blog [I’m sure you’ll figure it out. This website has a lot of spam coming to it, so much so I don’t want to type out my new website on here]. Also, I have well over 1000 pages of single-spaced writing that is not published, or edited. Again, once I can support myself through my writing, I intend to take the much needed time to go back and edit/publish those pieces of writing.

If you have been coming to Heart Of Zeus and not been able to access the site, I apologize; I’ve bitten off WAY more than I can chew. Nonetheless, Heart Of Zeus [this blog] is going nowhere. This website will be around…I’m pretty sure I can keep it around forever, which means far after I am dead. Yall just gotta bare with me through the hard times. I’m on some sort of long, strange journey, and I just want you all to know that your support and your readership is what propels me forward. So, fear not my disappearance, yet also, prepare for my evolution. In fact, you should prepare for yours too.

The future is coming on [it’s coming on].

– Chris

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A Triumphant Return To North Beach! 04/13/19-04/17/19

San Francisco, I have returned! The clock on my computer is telling me the right time again! Woohoo! It’s 04:03, and I am writing to you from the 24 hour donut shop in North Beach, and there are a good amount of people in here right now; granted it’s Saturday. I arrived here at 10 yesterday morning, and I met Casey at the airport. We smoked a bowl out front and left on the BART by 11. By the time I dropped my bags off at his house, it was an hour before my flight would depart from China. I traveled back in time! I left Hong Kong at 13:10 on Friday, and arrived in San Francisco at 10:00 the same day. I had always heard people talk about experiencing that time-travel phenomenon during travel, but to have gone through it myself, well, now I feel like a real traveler lol.

My computer says it’s going to die in 53 minutes, which is actually an improvement over when I opened it and it said 28 minutes, but I turned the brightness down and was able to save some life. So I arrived, met up with Casey and we hoofed it around, and then at 14:30 we met up with Kalen at the Cal Train Station. Let me say first of all, that Casey is on a stampede of trouble and I just don’t. know. why. He is always trying to get me to do something outlandish, like smoke weed in the Cal Train station for no reason. It feels rude to smoke in there because it’s kind of an enclosed area. He is always talking about how the city leads the world and shit like that, and five seconds later he’s darting into traffic because he’s on a “take the streets back” movement. Apparently cars create 90% of the air pollution in the city, and he thinks there should be no more cars in SF, only public transit. This is an interesting theory. I am not yet sure what I think of it yet. I do like the idea of a San Francisco with no personal cars. Only Uber, Lyft, Muni, Bart, Cable Cars, bikes, and walking. I dig that. Especially if the public transit was really free. I only treat it like it’s free right now.

So one thing that is different about the city since five months ago is the amount of homeless people. There are way less homeless people blocking the sidewalks in the middle of the day and shit. I haven’t yet determined how I feel about the situation. It seems to be different at night. There are still  some homeless folks walking around. In fact, one just came into the donut shop from the south, and left to the north. She has been chilling outside for a while too. I just finished my maple ole fashion. Good way to start the rest of my life, huh? I know. I also have 2 joints rolled, and I suppose I am going to smoke one in…1 minute because it’s 04:20. Bingo. Then? Idk. The plan is to kill time until USCH opens at 6am. I kinna wish I brought my book, but I didn’t. Oh! I nearly forgot to mention the reason I am up at 04:20 is because of jet lag. Casey was all drunk anyway, and I had to follow him home because there is only the one key, but it worked out because I was tired and so I fell asleep at like 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and I woke up at midnight lol. I then found Casey’s keys and went and smoked 2 bowls by The Saloon, came back, laid around for a while before deciding sleep was fruitless and so…I came to the donut shop. The plan is to chill here until I go to USCH, and then I need to do my taxes, and figure out my banking situation, and of course find a job. By mid-week I should be working. Okay. My computer is telling me it’s going to die, and I believe it. I have a lot of fucking time to kill, and I missed 04:20 now. Oh well. I am going to go smoke a J and then…idk. Mope about? lol. It’s going to be a long ass day, but I will have fixed my jetlag by the end of it. Casey busted out these sleeping mats too, so my living situation is looking pretty good now. Comfy at least. So I smoke and then…maybe I just walk and listen to music? I am home! I am free! and this is the first day of the rest of my life, and I feel good about it. I am glad I left the house to write tonight, even if it results in my being hella tired later. Okay. Peace from North Beach!

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Guess where the fuck I’m at? Union Street Coffee House, that’s right. I am waiting on a bean burrito; nvm the burrito just pulled up. I already consumed a shit load this morning, cuz I ate that donut at the shop earlier which I wrote about, but then I also ended up eating a fucking muffin while I was there! Eventually, at like 05:20, I messaged Casey because I knew he had to work at 6, and we met up and smoked half a joint. I then walked from North Beach to Cow Hollow, where I am now, writing to you at 07:14 in the morning. I am going to eat my burrito.

I have been giving some thought to starting a San Francisco vlog. I mean there is a ton of content about sf available online, but idk if there is any in-depth and intimate content available. I mean we could go through and try every restaurant in the city, and shit like that; that sounds really fun. I was walking over here, Union all the way from Columbus I walked, and I was wondering if I should make one of my life goals to own a piece of property in San Francisco. I have avoided clinging to that since it first cropped into my head. If you are unaware, let me explain: I have a goal set in my life. I believe since I stopped drinking alcohol I can “make a million dollars,” right? but I decided I need a more regimented goal for the long term, and I have decided upon “I want to own four pieces of property by the time I die.” This is my ultimate bucket list goal. I  believe I can accomplish this goal because I can accomplish anything, and I believe I can accomplish anything because I quit drinking, and in tandem to that I am always board. Buying a house in San Francisco…I would view as a  bonus. If I own four pieces of property and still have enough fight left in me to fill up on more real estate, I will come to San Francisco, that’s kind of what’s going on in the back of my head. All that being said, I still want to dedicate myself to the city for some time, and let’s say I stay here for two years making money, a blog specifically about San Francisco would certainly have time to grow and mature, and even come full circle ideally to the point where moving on from the vlog would feel right. Yeah… I gotta get Kalen in on this. Kalen and myself and sometimes Casey [when he’s not being too crazy] would be a deadly combo for broadcasting. We aren’t exactly in the ballpark for what the new wave of tech earners in SF would be into, but we are certainly in line with what the locals and the tourists would consume. You don’t have to like your market, but you do have to know it.

I look around me; I see this lady on a laptop a few tables over working on something, and it could possibly be a resume. Reminds me I need to work on my resume. I should really be doing that instead of writing this, but hey! I yam what eye yam; a lazy mother fucker. I don’t feel any type of way about it, a job will come to me. I know there is a place in the city for me; I know it! Kalen works 6 am to 2:30 pm. I need to get a schedule like that. If I want I can get an additional part time gig, but what’s better is that I will have time to work on some side projects & hustles. The move to end all moves. I think it’s printing T-shirts, at least right now, and at least for me. I think we should do the same thing as this company called 6 dollar shirts does. I follow them on IG, but maybe we should do our sf thing with it. We could just print SF, and maybe other West Coast shirts…or anything. If we had the ability to sell shirts for $6 I believe we would muster the gumption to coerce an ample amount of customers into our online store, and in a few short years we would be living totally different lives; Kalen and myself. Shirts man! For me; right now, that’s where it’s at. I think I always knew…somehow I would end up in the t-shirt business. It’s not industrial, but it is a little more blue collar then I was hoping for with my life [even though life has just begun, and this is by no means how I will be defined], but I feel real good about it, and so I am going to move forward. Plus, we’re not an apparel company, we’re a technology company. Bitches.

It’s not even that cold, but my hands feel, like, frozen. It’s hella lame. I also realize I am quite bored. I am going to need to find a place to rest my head, I know that forsure. Also what I know, is that I have 2 weeks at Casey’s house, and then things might switch up. Two weeks in a long time. If I wasn’t working in two weeks…there would be a problem. Even today though…here I sit: stoned, and kinna full of food, while also thinking about eating more food. I’m sitting around thinking my brain hot, more than I am writing; and I am writing more than working on my CV! Not the move. What am I really trying to accomplish in life? It wouldn’t seem my goals align with my actions, and I told myself when I got back to SF that would all change, and I would maintain discipline and self-control and get right on the road to riches. Hmm. Easier said than done I suppose. Even so…I need to maintain my discipline, and so I will do many little, and easy things, instead of taking on huge tasks like I used to. For instance, I should just bust out that CV quick this morning, because it would be a quick and easy move for me. Yeah. Okay. So I do that…and then idk. There is a parade today, but that’s all that I know. Really, I would like to lay in bed and have a nap lol, but there is no place for me to do that, and even if I could get into Casey’s right now the idea of napping on his floor isn’t exactly what my dreams of napping in a big, soft, warm bed would be fulfilled by.

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I am writing to you from Casey’s room. I feel a little loopy, partially because I am sick, and partially because I have been up so long. He is eating a sandwich, and I am eating a muffin. These are the good days. Tomorrow I have to get my taxes done, and then the next day I have to find a job. I feel good about it. I spent the day chillin with Kalen. We went to Delores Park, and then took a walk all the way to 21st and Potrero. We talked a lot about starting a blog. I am pretty excited by the prospect. We talked about how we’re gonna have to figure out how to edit some video. I am also aware I will need a set schedule to help me accomplish more. Today was kind of a fail, not going to lie. Smoked a lot of weed and ate a lot of sugary treats. Not the move, but the day is done. The time is 17:56 and I am chilling with Casey trying to stay awake as late as possible. I think he might go to sleep at like 7 [19:00] or something. My stomach still hurts, and now my throat hurts from that plane ride, and I am just so excited for all that to pass. Damn, I am tired though. If I fell asleep now I bet I would wake up at 2 in the morning. No good. Gotta try to avoid that. Ugh. My stomach. I should, and will probably go drop a deuce soon. Omg tho I am tired. I could fall asleep no problem right now. No good. I should wait at least two hours if not more to fall asleep. Idk if I can do it. So comfy…

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Do I write enough? I read a quote from Jack: “I knew if I wanted to be a writer, I needed to write. A lot.” I have no idea how close that is to the actual quote, it’s just my summary of it, but now you can quote me on that shit, because I know if I want to turn writing into a profitable venture…I need to write a lot. Making money with writing isn’t the ultimate goal, but I would like my blog to sustain itself. I doubt I’ll find tradework for my writing lol. Although, I am right across the street from the Zoetrope Building, and I have long thought about contacting them and seeing if they [Francis Ford Copella, I guess] would let me stay there while I write my first book. Alas, I don’t know if they would believe me that I would finish the book [do I believe me?], and further than that the idea of writing a book has within recent months slipped from my grasp. Now that I am sitting here writing to you it seems like the obvious thing to do. This lady just walked past me and I was looking at her while I was typing. It was kind of a funny thing. Whoa. I can just do that over and over again. Look people in the eyes while I am writing this shit. Whoa. I can get down with that. Dude! I did it again! People wave at me and shit. Hmm. Awesome. It’s hard for me to nod my head back at people while I am typing…but if I practice I will probably get good at this. Maybe I’ll become, like, an sf staple: the guy who is always writing at the window of happy donuts and he’ll look at you while he is writing if you walk past. I suppose ppl’s goal would be to try and shock me into a state where I mess up my writing. That sounds like a fun time. Damn a foxy girl with a skateboard just walked past. I wasn’t typing at the time, but I looked at her ass anyway. I am going to look right at women’s asses while I am writing as they walk past this window…and that’s my pickup line. fwm.

I am using my Laos scarf tonight. I was using it as a blanket last night and I realized that it is cold enough in this city to justify busting it out as a scarf, which is really the reason I bought it in the first place. So tonight I sport the longgg red and black scarf, handmade in Laos by some lady I saw in a picture at this coffee shop. I am on my third muffin since I entered the city. That is just disgusting. I am seriously disappointed in myself for the way I am living right now, but I feel the change coming and so I am just going to let it play out. I am thinking about smoking some more of my joint before I finish my muffin. I also have a Gatorade with me, but no water. I bought a gallon and of course I aint brining that with me. I left it at Casey’s.

I have been thinking a lot about girls since I returned to the city, can’t even lie about it. I am going to need to find somebody to fuck, probably on the regular. It is going to be someone I have never met before, I have decided that firmly. Unless it was the girl who bakes the donuts at Bob’s donuts. I would consider hanging out with her, even though I kind of already know her. I actually don’t know her. I’ve only ever talked to her one time. I had seen her in there, and I was obviously attracted to her, and so the next night after I got off work from MAC’D I came over to Bob’s and she was outside smoking at 3am and so I stood and talked to her. Later that night she stuck around after work, and even sat by me, presumably because I was supposed to keep talking to her, but I chickened out! Because I had a girlfriend, you know? and on top of that I lived with my gf, and idk, my intention certainly would have been to take this women back to her house and court her, and so I just felt like continuing the conversation was futile; I never did. I think everyone at Bob’s thinks I am weird, because I followed some of them on IG, including the girl, and not all of them followed me back, including the girl lol. So I kept coming in there for a long time, and I even wrote about that girl a bunch in my unpublished writings,  but I think she thinks I am weird; and I think she’d think it was really weird if I started trying to hit on her now, so late into the game. All things considered, I might talk to her anyway, because I can sum up the whole situation with: “I used to have a gf,” and if that isn’t a good topic of conversation than I might not be interested in talking! Honestly I need to find me a women who is down to support my ass; like that one guy supported all the beatniks. Idk who is was. The time is 11:20 in San Francisco, and I am going to go out front of Happy Donuts and smoke some more of my J. The guy just came out with a hoolahoop asking “anyone want this? I’m going to throw it away.” I missed San Francisco.

So the San Francisco blog feels like a real possibility. It’s actually only a vlog, because I only intend to fuck with video. I already write about San Francisco in my own strange way, so this is something different. and with it comes a specific revenue stream, because I [we?] and going to be focusing on YouTube specifically, and therefore YouTube ads are going to be where our revenue comes from. If we find a second revenue stream through sponsors, that would be ill, but it’s nice to even have certainty about the first one. When it comes to selling t-shirts Kalen and I are on slightly different pages, because he thinks it would be better to sell shirts in person, and I think online. I want to do online because then I am making money while I sleep. I could, of course, do both [sell p2p and online], but if I was in the city would I be selling shirts to tourists, or locals ? Hopefully both. I need to blow my nose, a lot…it’s totally lame. Not only do I use a lot of paper, and make a lot of noise, but I am getting a raw nose and it means I’m fucking sick. I don’t wanna be fucking sick! Kalen thinks it’ll be like when I arrived in India, and that sickness, ugh! oml I felt like it lasted two weeks. I don’t think I’m about to be sick for two weeks. I am already tuning into the city vibes. I climbed more hills today than in the last 4.5 months, and I am hella happy about that. [I climbed one huge hill in Laos, It was a big one though, and steep.]

You know what the move is going to be for me? Spark Twain. I can’t believe I am saying that. It was like, instantaneous! Casey loved it, and Kalen told me it might “even be more catchy that Heart Of Zeus.” Of course it’s more catchy than heartofzeus! Ha. I realized that right away. I guess when I look at the name, or say the name, I am worried I can’t fill the shoes it implicates. I mean if you’re going to call yourself Spark Twain, you better come with the heat!know mean? I actually want to spend more time at the library. Kalen was telling me how he just chilled out at the library for a month, and I remember him messaging me during that time. He would send me pictures of the food he pulled off trash cans, and the books he was reading through, which were often quite old and classic works. Sometimes text books. Ha. I remember those days now. I don’t know if I appreciated it as much as I should have. I could have been living the sf life vicariously through him; he was setting it up on a T for my ass! Now I get it though. He just lived in his car for a month when he pulled back into the city, and he did it through the freegan diet, and living most of his days at the library. I could live that life, and while I was living it I could brush up on my Mark Twain reading. I can’t go without a job though, that’s just real life shit. My lame ass can’t even keep up the freegan diet. There was a piece of chocolate cake on top of one trash can, and a handful of frenchfries atop another, and I missed out on both of those things. I felt kind of dumb about it later, even though it’s just eating off trashcans. Idk. Maybe I’ll just get into the freegan life for a little bit lol. Sometimes it’s hella good. I remember some of the things Kalen would eat back in the day lol. He still talks about the cheesecake; I remember the cheesecake. He was pulling something out of the trash to eat, and like usual I was like ‘whatever,’ but then he showed me this piece of cheesecake he had just scooped out of the bin and I absolutely had to try it. That was my first freegan bite, and I have been curving the diet since. That was last year, end of summer maybe. Freegan isn’t a bad way to live though, and it’s really only available in San Francisco, that I have seen. A little bit in Seattle maybe. The homeless there are a little crazy sometimes, and there are a lot of them. Definitely some freegan in Seattle. This turned into a long ass paragraph.

I never noticed there is guitar playing in the background at the end of Nikes by Frank Ocean. It’s only in the left ear, and it goes on for quite some time. At first I thought I was hearing something, but naw: it’s the song. Good shit. I wonder if Frank Ocean plays guitar. I have no idea. It’s 23:58. I need to do so much! Shower, brush my teeth [I didn’t do this task from 4/12-4/19, real talk I need a girl to kick my ass into gear with that shit], and do my taxes. Kalen keeps talking about how after I know how much I am getting back from taxes, things will be different. Cool. I suppose it’s true, and I am excited for that. So in the morning I am going to wake, and then I am going to head to a cafe and do my damn taxes. Right? Idk. Kalen is also telling me I shouldn’t worry about doing my taxes on public WiFi because no one is going to give a fuck about a couple thousand bucks. I pretty much agree with him. It still feels weird to do taxes over a public wifi though. I suppose you also have to worry about your information getting stolen and sold; that is a real fear too. Still, I don’t think anyone wants my Identity. I don’t think.

I am considering ordering another pastry. I pretty much already know I am going to do it. I need to get off this shit. Monday. Monday I kick in a new regime; a new more healthy lifestyle. Obviously it might cost money ,and that means I need to find a job, probably a job that includes food. Pinterest sounds like the spot. I wonder if they’re hiring lol. So it’s midnight on a Saturday and I just woke the fuck up lol. My shit if off kilter. Plus I am eating all this food and spending all this stupid money. I’ll get there. Monday. Sugar is probably the number one thing I need to chop off my diet. I consume a lot of sugar. That’s a pretty new thing for humans.

Some lady just came up to me while I was ordering a donut and offered to buy me food. She walked up to me and said “you want some food? I’ll buy you anything you want.” I laughed and said “No I’m good, thank you though, I appreciate it.” I should have just said fucking yes. Damn. That would have been the move! Idk. I feel so weird accepting free food from people. Kalen is going to give me hella shit when I tell him this story. It’s good to know I look homeless though. I can seriously get behind that. Next time I am just going to say yes. No matter where I am. I think that would be the move. First of all, I would have gotten something more healthy than a donut without any stretch of the imagination. I could be eating a sandwich right now! It would have been lit! I’d have a double turkey or tuna coming on the way…omg you guys what was I thinking! Am I shameful? I don’t feel that way. The truth is if someone wants to buy me food I am hella down with that. I could walk back up to her right now and she would still buy me food, I am pretty sure of that. Damn. It’s not often people ask to buy me dinner in San Francisco lol. It must be the beard.

So Monday. That means tomorrow I need to at least do my taxes and shower and whatnot. Casey works at 10 I think, and Kalen has the day off. What were we talking about doing? Oh, he said he’s doing his laundry. I might come up to his side of town and check his crib out, Kalen. He lives on 36th, and if he walks outside he can catch the 5 right there. What a move. Walk outside and catch the 5 bus. It comes down to the fact…do I want to live with Casey? He is mighty weird. I don’t think I’d want to fork over $600 unless I also had a key to the place. Damn these donut are sweet as shit. Maple ole  fashioned now. I know, I know. But I just quit smoking cigarettes again, give me some time lol. Man I can’t get over that sandwich. I could be having a sandwich right the fuck now. I could have saved it for breakfast or whatever I wanted. Damn damn damn. I am not living that freegan life. Will I ever have money again? That is the real question. What if I am just not trying hard enough? If I looked the part would people offer to buy me food all the time? I would get good at accepting it. I was really craving that Jewish Delicatessen today…I can’t remember the name of it. I keep wanting to call it Jakes deli, but I am pretty sure Jake’s is a place on North Ave in Milwaukee lol. Omg I am almost done with the donut. Lame sauce. The time is 00:27. What time am I going to stay out until? I will eventually have to go in, and I suppose I don’t mind waiting if I am not tired yet…and I am not tired yet. If I sleep from like 3 to 9, I think that would put me pretty on point for fixing my jetlag. Damn! Jetlag is so real, and it’s just a wild piece of the modern day lol. It’s rare to experience jetlag also. Kiwi says only 5% of the human population has traveled by plane. No one believes me when I quote that though.

Plenty ass rolling by this window right now…and I am feeling like putting in the for night. I know I was just talking about going to sleep at 3, but I got a stuffed up nose and I don’t really feel that great, plus I just ate all those sweets. I have half a muffin and some bread at Casey’s too. Mmm; lol. I will probably eat the bread in the morning. Probably go and meet up with Kalen again. I don’t have any drive right now, but when I find it! I want to get down to filming. Okay. I think I am going to call it for the night. I will probably write in the morning though? Oh shit, and do my taxes. Okay. Peace!

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It’s April 14th. That means it’s 414 day! and actually tomorrow would be 415 day. Ha. It’s weird that Milwaukee and San Francisco have area codes that are right in order like that. Okay I was just busting out my writing until I got my food. Now I am going to do my taxes quick. The time is 10:37 and I am at Quetzal Cafe in San Francisco.
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Okay! The time is now 11:27 and my taxes are filed as a bitch. I have over $1200 coming my way, and that’s after I paid like $400 in fines for not having health insurance [turns out I could have avoided that, I am so upset]. Cool. Next up? Idk. Casey can’t find my chillum, and real talk I would like to have a pipe so I can be smoking, but damn. It’s gonna be a real hit to the wallet if I go buy some glass right now. Okay. I am going to post an IG post I think right now. Eh. Maybe I’ll wait until tomorrow. Monday is my favorite day of the week, and I’d rather make an appearance on Monday than on Sunday, forsure. I am up in the air about maybe going and borrowing some money from my G. I bet if I call him he would give me the plug. I’m not 100% sure about this, but I have a feeling he would help me out. I don’t quite know what I want. A hundred bucks? I’ve run through like $60 since I’ve come back, and that’s just super extra. I should be living that freegan diet and saving hella doe…tomorrow. I change tomorrow lol.

I think I am really gonna buy a pipe you guys! I don’t feel like I have much choice lol. I am not about to roll a joint. I could maybe roll 1 joint, but really I need to be more conservative with my weed, forreal. If I get a chillum it’ll save me money in the long run. Okay. So I am going to go do that…probably now? And then I gotta settle in somewhere and do my CV…I should probably just do my CV right now. All I gotta do is edit it a little and probably add in MAC’D, then I’m good to go. In fact, I might have one ready to go from when I was applying to teach English in Spain. Boom! Resume was already prepared, not just because of the TEFL jobs, but also because I prepared an application for working at the Adelaide Hostel [they emailed me back and told me they are overstaffed for the foreseeable future]. The time is now 11:49 in San Francisco and I don’t know what the move is. I really think I am about to walk and buy a pipe…but I am going to be broke as a dbl-joke then, seriously. I’ll have like $20 or less. No good. I can pull $20 out of the ATM also, but then that’s all I’ve got! I gotta sell some stocks and close my bank account. Probably pull an additional $130 bucks out from that, but then I am really really out of money. Hmm. Well. I am going to cut with the writing and go figure my life out. Might just end up in a donut shop talking to you soooon. Peaceeeeee.

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I’m eating another muffin. I officially have fucked this writing thing up. I have like 200 pages of writing to publish, some from last year, and more recently a 20 page article from Saigon, and now this! Eight pages. I need to do something about this. Maintain my diligence? That’s probably the thing. Same with everything, really. I keep saying Monday…we shall see what really happens Monday. I am at Happy Donuts charging my phone, and I might text Casey and ask him to get me some bread. He usually doesn’t look at his phone though.

The morning I will be refreshed! Jetlag gone, and Monday in full effect, I will go to…Union Street Coffee House, and get a scone and an espresso and work on finding a job. Maybe I will get coffee, it goes further. I feel like I’m going to end up at a restaurant job with a shaved beard lol. Or maybe a tech kitchen. That’s what Kalen does and it’s totally the move. He works at the Pinterest kitchen. I totally just got another muffin, and a coffee. I am living the dream right now, but it’ll have to stop. I’m like Casey in that way; when I want something; I want it, and I know when I no longer want it, I will shake it, and I know that day will always come.

Casey is off of work. I wonder what the plan will be now. I am full of muffin. af. Probably not the best way to stay up late and shake off jet lag, eating a muffin. I have this coffee though. It was self serve, and so I mixed all the coffee’s together. I am now sitting here thinking of all the jobs I could apply for. I could work at a concert venue. Or a restaurant. Or a head-shop. Book store? I could apply at Best Buy, or Auto Zone, both of which are places I’ve worked before. I could work at a hotel, or a hostel. The one place I can’t see myself working: a coffee shop. Unless it’s like, working on my computer and writing my blog, you know? I finished my second muffin now. I’m already thinking about my third lol. No gooood. These things are just full of sugar, I can feel it. Plus if I eat all this food I’m going to want to fall asleep. Maybe I can just go fall asleep on Casey’s floor right now, but maybe not, plus it’s kind of uncomfortable. If I move into his spot I need to get a bed or a couch.

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I’m doomed af. I am writing to you from USCH and the time is 10:39. I woke up at 02:00, and then I just layed around until 06:30 when Casey and I left the crib and headed out to wonder. We made it pretty damn far meandering today. We walked in a big circle around soma, and then took the 10 for a couple of minutes, only to walk some more and go take a look at the new Warriors arena. It looks nice. From a distance it kind of looks like a spaceship. We sat and smoked a little bit watching the city workers cut grass. Eventually I convinced Casey to get on the 22 with me, and we rode that for a while. My phone was dead, but I had my headphone splitter so I plugged into what Casey had booming, and boyohboy, was it booming. Seriously, too loud to handle. I just draped the headphones over my ears and went to sleep. Casey got off at Geary, and I rode all the way until Union street. It was a long ride, and I am glad I got a nap in on the way. When I arrived I bought a coffee and sat down. I opened Craiglist and began to look for jobs. Not a whole lot of stuff on the web, and a lot of it far away. I want something close by and in the city. This is how I deemed that: I am fucked, and Casey is right; I am going to have to print off some resume’s and just walk around the old fashioned way. It’s going to be a long day today. Usually we’ve been going to bed at like 6pm, and today Casey works until 8:30, so I’ll be tired as hell by the time he is off work. I am jetlagged! Remember? I thought I was over it, but then I woke up at fucking midnight last night and it’s been a wrap since.

The guy next to me keeps clearing his throat. Makes me wonder if he has throat cancer. I mean it’s a lot. Five times a minutes at least, if not more. It’s a constant motion. MMMMthinking about buying a scone. I bought a coffee, and I was thinking I’d get a scone when I refilled my coffee, and it’s like…am I really gonna refill my coffee? That’s a heavy move. Okay tho, so I gotta get on this finding a job thing. Idk what my move is going to be, but I gotta bust some kind of move. I wish I could make money sitting here and writing. Interestingly enough about that, I have made a decision. Did I already write about it? I am going to switch over to the Spark Twain platform. I write comedy, and I smoke weed, that’s what I do. I am thinking about switching this blog over to that name, and continuing it under that name. What do you think? I think it would be a big move, but it might be doable. Iit might be profitable. I can write about all sorts of stuff on sparktwain.com, which isn’t even a real site yet. and see this all depends on if I can get some money rolling in [to pay for hosting and whatnot], but instead of questing for a job I am sitting here writing this! Kalen is at work, Casey is on his way to work, and here I sit. I am stuck, but I need to get unstuck. I am going to have to cut my beard and walk into some restaurants, end of story. Okay. I’m gonna refill my coffee and grab a scone. I’m so addicted to sugar yall…it’s all I think about.

There was no blueberry, I had to get the lowfat berry peach scone. No problem, I don’t mind these guys [low-fat berry peace scones]. What’s the big story i, I only have $12 left in my wallet, and I had $100 two days ago. Way to live frugal, Chris! I suck at being broke, which is odd because it’s all I’ve ever been. I am going to sell some stocks, and move some money, and backup some photos on my phone right now…I feel like I smell like poop, but idk. Maybe it’s my shoe? I hope it’s in my head lol, but it’s forsure not. Sometimes in SF it just smells like poop, lowkey.

Okay, stocks are sold! Now…I need to find a job lol. It’s kind of a wrap on walking around [to look for jobs] today since I am in sweatpants, but that’s okay. I need to spend some time to edit all my writing anyhow. Maybe make a date with the library. I actually have plenty of time today, Kalen doesn’t get off work until 14:30, and if I leave here where am I going to go? I finished my scone too tho…and I am already thinking about scone number two. It’s no good. I am weak! I am supposed to have discipline and be fighting my way to the top! but instead I smoke weed and get sconed, a lot. Eh. These are the days of our lives, and this is the situation I’m in. If I am not getting a job, I need to at least be doing something…so I am writing, but I should really be editing. Maybe I don’t like the dream life as much as I thought. I mean don’t get me wrong! I love it. The ‘coming to cafe’s to do work’ thing is great, and I totally get down with it, but idkkk, if I was loving it wouldn’t that mean I just jump right into working? No problems with the editing, I would always get it done. Instead I am running into problems. I should forreal, no excuses, finish editing my articles from Saigon.

No joke, oml fam I have sunburn on my nose right now. No way is the sun more intense in San Francisco than in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam…I hope it’s not something else wrong with my nose. Maybe it’s dry? It’s hella dry here, that’s one thing that I am not down with, but I live and deal with it. I am thinking about going outside and smoking a bowl. Head out, smoke a bowl, then come back in and edit? Sounds boring. First of all, I have some sleepy time weed. This stuff that Kalen got totally just puts me right to sleep. I was smoking a lot in Vietnam, but it was always the food and never the weed that really put me to sleep, but as soon as I got back and started smoking on this stuff, I remembered this strong ass weed can knock your ass right out. I’ve been smoking all morning. If I walk out there right now and smoke, what am I sentencing myself too? I need a place to rest my head. It’s a hard life without a place to rest my head, that’s forsure. Okay. I’m off to smokeeeee.

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Wowza. So the time is 18:35 and I am at Happy Donuts for the second time today. I just caught the 12 here because my trip past Bob’s Donuts resulted in a low stock observation along with a pretty full restaurant. I decided coming back to North Beach would be best. Something I did today, that I am very proud of, is edit and post my 20+ page article from Saigon. It’s live! Although…this isn’t, so it doesn’t really help you lol. The lady working gave me regular glazed instead of maple glazed, and I still enjoy it, but you know…it’s not what I asked for, otherwise my day is going pretty well. I went to the library with Kalen and finally applied for one job. The first one I have applied for in the city. I think I am going to just have to chop off the beard; I am being too slow with it. Chop it off and walk into some restaurants. I will end up with something. Did I tell you about the gig to make boba tea? I could do that shit. Easy peasy. Almost too easy.

Everything feels like a waste of time, but nothing is. Everything is worthwhile. It’s so hard to work one day at a time, because each small task is worth so little, and it’s sometimes hard to stay motivated. I cannot let my mind fall into the above loop. No matter what job I get in the city, I need to remember that it is going to pay off 10 fold if I use my knowledge correctly. Right now I feel kind of stuck, I can’t lie about it. Impossible. I am consuming so much sugar right now, it’s changing my state of mind. No good. I definitely need a place to call my own…and a steady job.

Casey gets off at 20:30, I am so fucked. I am full, and I’m tired and shit. My time is still all backwards. Idk what the next move for me is. I guess tomorrow I put on the nice clothes and go around? Most of my clothes smell, and none of them are very nice anyhow. Man. I can’t believe I fucked things up with the Green Tortoise. I bet they need front desk people, and I live next door, and I can’t work there. It’s lame. I don’t think I’ll find a gig at another hostel in the city. Am I really trying though? Not so hard. I just killed two glazed old fashioned donuts with a ton of glaze. I do…not feel great, but I am moving forward! I am quite tired, and desire a bed. Alas, I have but a floormat, and no blanket. The blanket is the part I’m really missing out on. If I had a blanket I bet I would be much more comfortable. I am very tired. I want to lay down and rest lol, but I have at least an hour and a half. I doubt Casey will want to go straight back. One thing about writing, it’s a fairly boring task. Like, when you are falling asleep, the idea of editing 10 pages just sounds impossible. How do I kill an hour and a half? I am supposed to be treating my body right, so in return I feel healthy and energetic, ready to tackle the many tasks that lay ahead. Instead I ate two donuts…I’m thinking about a third. I can’t believe I really said that.

I wish it was acceptable to fall asleep in public lol. Sometimes is it, but a donut shop is not one of the places. Yeah I’m all fucked up. My socks are dirty, and all my clothes. So I need to do some laundry but I am going to have to set aside hella time for that endeavor. Ugg. So tired!! I can’t stay awake. Idk what to do. If it was hella warm I’d go lay in a park, but it’s like the opposite of that. Its hella chilly out. I think I might eat a muffin, even though it’s going to be the death of me.

I did it. I bought a fucking muffin. Now I am all the way out of money! Nothing to bitch about now. I spent $100 in 4 days. That’s not impressive, but I bet Kalen could have made that shit last two weeks. I gotta admit, today didn’t go as I wanted it to go with the jobs. It started early, but then Casey and I just walked around soma all morning. It was a damned fun time, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing.

I think donuts shops make all their stuff out of powdered sugar and it saves on costs that would be occurred by using different kinds of sugar. That’s heavy. I am consuming a lot of sugar right now, that’s all that I know. Just plowing through this muffin, it’s ugly. I got it bad for sugar, I gotta get off the hook. When I quit sugar, it’s gonna be a big thing. Right now I need to get healthy though, so maybe no time like the present, huh? Ugh. I just feel like a poo. A poo that shall not pass. I just want to settle into a big warm bed, and I can’t. It’s weird the kind of things you can attach to in life. I am very attached to bed and showers. and sugar…

Omg I finished another muffin now. All my money is gone. I mostly used the money to consume sugar. I just can’t get over how much I feel like crap, compared with how much I knew I was going to feel like crap. I am brainstorming of places I can go lay down, but the city it so cold. I got nothing. It’s an hour until Casey gets out of work. That’s a while. I haven’t even been at this donut shop a whole hour. Today was supposed to be the day you guys! I fucked it up lol. Reset. Time to start over again. I don’t have the patience, that’s the problem. Nothing major is happening, I am just waiting for Casey to get off work, and I am just going so ham with it. I simply need to wait, and I guess idk how to do that. Now I am so full of donut and muffin that I feel sick, and on top of that I am hella tired. 50 minutes until Casey is off of work. What do I do? I could walk to meet him at work. That’s what I am going to happen. It’s like fuckkk man. Why I gotta go eating all this damn food. Now I gotta hit the atm in the morning, grab my last $20, and then hit the road and try again tomorrow. Peace until then.

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I am at Peet’s Coffee, and I am having a really great experience. I mean the dude really made me feel 100 secure in my decision to come here. He was double checking what kind of coffee I wanted, and he asked me which specific scone I would prefer to have. Oh my, folks usually don’t take the time. I feel good about it. Maybe I will come back to Peet’s on the regular. I have gone to a few Peet’s, particularly the one in the Marina, but today things are going particularly well. I’m over on Cole and Carl just south of Haight. Casey has been suggesting for a couple of days that I come out here and look for a job, so today I took his advice. I rode the 6 all the way from the first stop in front of the ferry building, got off on Masonic and Haight, and then I walked over here. I walked through the Haight, but some of the places were closed, and I only saw one place with a “now hiring” sign. I am going to putz around on Craigslist for a little while whilst I eat this scone and drink this coffee, and then I’ll head back over there with a fresh look, at like 14:00, that’s the perfect time to interrupt service and ask for a job lol.

My stomach hurts a little bit. I really fucked up yesterday getting all sconed [I call eating too much of any pastry “getting sconed” now,] and then meeting up with Casey and eating way more. I am gluttonous! Let’s see, yesterday I ate a sandwich in the morning that I got from Casey [I forgot the sandwich today and it really sucks,] then I went to USCH and I ate a scone there, forsure. I had also had a doppio espresso and two coffee’s by this point. I ate a muffin, then met up with Kalen and ate some peanuts, then I went back to Happy Donuts and ate 2 donuts and a muffin, then I met up with Casey and ate a sandwich that I dipped in guacamole, as well as some potato salad. It was lit; all really bad food too, health wise, because it was a caprese sandwich, and that’s like all cheese. So I fell asleep after that, and I actually woke up at 07:00 today when Casey left the house, and that’s good! It means my jetlag is finally gone! I really think that. Now though, I have this fucking sugar addiction I gotta kick [food and sugar addiction]. I am eating a scone as we speak, spent $3 of my last $20 on this scone. Slick move, I know.

Do I really want to work in the Haight? The real question is: will I sell more writing as Spark Twain if I have a beard? I don’t see why a beard wouldn’t be better for my image. So that means I gotta work in the Haight or something, because I can’t get a job at a restaurant looking like this! I look like Grizzly Adams and shit. I thought about getting a job at a dispensary, that would be a good move for me. You know what though? I am finished with my scone…and I am already thinking about the second one lol. But I am going to hit CL now and look for that good Tech Kitchen job lol. When Kalen gets off work in an hour and twenty-three minutes I will probably go chill with him. So…peace for now! Might write more before I leave Peet’s, who knows.

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I just bought a donut I only slightly wanted and then paid .50 cents extra for a larger coffee I didn’t really need! Vibes are on point though, what can I say? I’m spending too much money. I’ve spent $14 today. That’s crazy! because I am practically a homeless person [this isn’t true, and in fact Casey was insulted when I told him something close to this. He is housing me, and so I am the furthest thing from homeless, I am sheltered.] This was supposed to be one of those stories where a man lands in a city with no money in his pocket, and goes on swiftly to build his fortune and empire, and ‘swift’ is a relative term. but I am not living frugally enough to grow into any sort of baron! What is next for me? I applied for a couple of jobs online today, and so far no response, but I feel good. There was lots of jobs available through Craigslist, so I will go back on there tomorrow and eventually I will find my golden goose.

Before I started writing this evening I edited five pages of another article. I should be publishing it tomorrow morning. Eventually I will have to wrap this article and edit it and post it. The longer it gets the more I will put off the editing process lol. Anyway. I applied for four jobs today! Woohoo! One of them is a tech kitchen! Isn’t that just what the doctor ordered?!? and then I applied for a job as a ticket-taker at this place called Biscuits and Blues. If I got both jobs? Holy shit, I’d be so tired all the time, but I’d be so rich! and I think I would actually enjoy my life while that was going on. I kind of don’t feel that scenario playing out in my head however. Can I see myself working two jobs, 70 hours a week? EHHHH KINNNA. I mean I really want to. It would be amazing for my future to just buckle down and work two jobs all summer. In October I could go down to working normal hours [hopefully at the tech kitchen], and I would have some money I would be sitting on to jumpstart my saving more. It would be the move to end all moves. I could probably save 10k by September if I buckled down on two jobs. I might not do much writing during that time, but damn, am I not a writer at this point? Any periods of inactivity will just add to my mystique. Mmm. Brain flows.

Casey gets off work in 40 minutes. I hope he has some dank food with him, and I am sure he will. He works at noon again tomorrow, so maybe the same plan for the morning. Cool. I like chillin in the morning. We will wake up early and go to a Starbucks; good shit. If I wanted, I could walk over and meet Casey. If fact, if I end up with nothing else to do, that will be the thing I end up doing. Okay, I am doing the thing again where I am looking at people as they are walking past me in the window. Nothing more satisfying than looking at a girls butt as she walks past and you’re doing your sexy writer thing in the window. I’m kidding mother fuckers. The point is I didn’t miss a beat on that; I typed it all perfectly. I have good typing skills now! That’s unbelievable. I thought it would never happen. I remember I used to dream of this day, and tell myself if I just keep typing and typing, eventually I will be a master of the keyboard! and although I wouldn’t call myself a master yet, I am close. Definitely on my way.

The sun is setting in San Francisco. I am at Happy Donuts [it’s called something different on Google Maps, Casey had to remind me this is Happy Donuts] and the time is 19:57. I have a large cup of coffee sitting in front of me. I ate an apple fritter while I was editing those 5 pages before, and then I ate a cake donut with maple glaze and cashew bits with my coffee. The coffee, I am still drinking it. I certainly didn’t need a large, and in fact it’s probably not good for me, but shiiit. Here we are. I have a large, and I’m drinking it. I wonder what kind of mood Casey is going to be in when he gets off. I told myself I was going to finish editing that other article before I left this building, that way I am keeping up with productivity, you know? I should totally do that. Maybe I’ll do it right now. Okay. Might be back before I hit the road, we shall see.

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I should always start with the time and date. Maybe this will be the last time I don’t. I always introduce it at some point, and in fact for a while I kind of thought that was my thing, but I am now thinking it would be beneficial to make the time and date the absolute first thing on every blog post. There is a catch though, because I am thinking of switching formats. Spark-fucking-Twain. Spark Twain bruh. I think that’s the move’s move. That’s the move’s move’s move that everyone copies and then it just becomes the move again. Spizzle Twiz. Sprazzle Dazzle. ST. Kalen and Casey feel it, and that’s the only confirmation I need. It accordance with this, I also want to switch formats with the writing itself. Maybe switch to fictional stories? Am I dare saying this…I am thinking of making hoz obsolete? With 150 posts under its belt maybe I would say goodbye. I guess I would keep the website, just update the security and what not, and just keep it how it is…forever. I could link to it from the new blog, and then I also wouldn’t be importing all my old writing into my new site. I will just host it perpetually, but I won’t make changes. Right? I think that might be how it goes. Why wouldn’t I just switch over to writing with Spark Twain full time? I guess if I want it to be a story only format that might provide a problem if I just feel like doing this type of writing, but I think there will be both a “rambling blog” and a “fictional stories” section where I am going…because I am going to build it. Everybody is going to cum.

You know; I heard when you tell people what you want to do/plan to do, like you tell them your dreams, it actually activates the same part of your brain that accomplishing the task activates, so it gives you a light satisfaction, maybe 10% of what you would feel if/when you actually completed the project. Ew! That means just rambling onto you guys about all my plans and shit…am I getting off from it? Is that what I just explained? No, I’m jk. I know it aint that. but I talk and talk and talk, and you know how much of this shit I actually get done? None. All these people around me, walking in and out of this coffee shop [I haven’t even talked about the coffee shop yet!] are getting way more money and doing way more complicated jobs than I will ever do. How though, can I dream to catch them if I never act on my ideas? Well I’ll tell you! I just write and write and write and write annnnnnnn

Just took my first sip of the coffee and it is pretty good! I am at a new coffee shop today. I looked up coffee shops, and I saw a Coffee Roastery over on Battery. First of all, I don’t know how I had missed this…I may have seen it and just forgot, because I do that type of shit. Second of all, the name of Union Street Coffee House, the place I normally go to get coffee, it’s really Union Street Coffee Roastery. oml I have just been calling it by a different name because I’m a bastard; and there are a bunch of Coffee Roastery’s in the city, I know of a third one on Chestnut to the west. So wu-wu I came over to this spot, and I asked the guy at the counter if this is the same business as the one on Union Street, and he said no. He said they used to all be the same owner, but there was a split and now they are all different companies. Damnnn. So the dream was just a dream after all. I think I like it better that they are all different companies. This one over here on Battery that I’m at has different baked goods than the one on Union. No scones…but they have these phattymagoomuffins I would hop on if I wasn’t the brokest pos in the world right now. I kid; I’ve seen broker folk on my walk over…I have pictures actually, of these three people sleeping on the Kearny steps. I have been taking a lot of photos since I got back, and I feel pretty good about it.

The time is 08:16 in San Francisco, and I am at BSCR…Battery Street Coffee Roastery. Is that right? So now USCH is the og because I actually call it something different. Hmm. I can get down. and there’s a CSCR also. Okay okay. I can get behind that. Okay. I have been talking to Kalen, I think we are really going to pull through on the motivation to film YT videos, and I think we are going to smoke weed in every park in SF. Isn’t that the move? I can also use this opportunity to promote my new moniker: ST. I need a job, obviously, and asap. I need to move my site over to a new host, while also hosting my second…and possibly my third site. I need a host that can do all that for me, I am thinking SiteGround. Then I get down filming with Kalen and Casey, and we just keep smoking until we get a section of the parks done, and then we edit and post it. So we [collectively Kalen and I, as I don’t think Casey is much good in his state rn] need to learn to video edit, do some graphic design, sell t-shirts, and we need to learn about managing websites.

I was just looking at my Google Guide acct, and my want for a 360 camera was renewed. I could take so many photos and post them to Google…that would be insane. Every photo I have on Google has my website in the caption too. It’s the lit’ist way to advertise. I am realizing there are a lot of words in my vernacular that don’t a standard spelling [as far as I am aware], and thusly I have fashioned some spellings myself. ‘Wu-wu’I am pretty proud of. Have you heard anyone say that? It’s the same thing as yada-yada. This dude was using it when I was in jail, and it really stuck with me. I forget the guys name. He was from Waukesha and had braids; a rapper. Black, and at least a head shorter than me, but could still probably kick my ass, he was pretty buff. He was talking about filming a music video when I was in there with him. Hella cool dude; it’s a shame, but I probably won’t see him again. Hmm. I wonder about Dave. I wonder if I will ever see Dave again. Have I told you about Dave? I know I have told you about him at least once. He is the guy who stole an Amish person’s Identity after he broke out of prison for selling acid, and went on the run for five years, only to get caught when he stole his bosses truck, and when he finally did get caught he didn’t even get in trouble for being anyone but himself. They didn’t even realize he stole someone else’s identity. Dave was a crazy guy, and he told me a bunch of crazy stories. I have him on fb, and I really do wonder if I’ll ever see him again. He would love San Francisco, but I don’t think he will be making it out here. Ever.

Adjusting to things anew happens so…smooth. Life smoothes that shit out flat. It took me a second to comprehend that Dave is a Milwaukee gent, and I am out here in San Francisco and I am so used to San Francisco gent’s, and it’s like…I had to really think about his stories from the Milwaukee perspective for a second to comprehend things properly. When I heard the stories years ago, I only had the Milwaukee perspective, but now I have several perspectives. I have the mke, the sea, the sfo, the sgn, the ccu, and I like to think I have the sat also. Do you understand what I did right there? I feel like I almost never…have I ever spelt it out for you guys? Spelt anything out? No? I think not, so I am not starting today. I will leave it as it is. Oh man oh manohman. My plan today is to finish editing my final Saigon article, then edit my Hong Kong article, and post them one; later the other, on my blog, and I am going to wrap this article up today, and if I can edit this one and get it out I need to do that as well, but I just sit here making it longer af. In the midst of all this, I still need to open up CL and look for some jobs. I applied for a couple yesterday, and I will apply for a couple more today. I found a scissors at Casey’s house so that’s good, I can use those to help tame my beard. I might need to buy a trimmer…idk. I am going to need to borrow some doe from someone, I think. I was all set up last time, but now I like…need stuff. I haven’t needed shit in a long time; I’ve been sailing; time to hit the harbor, and cross the land over to the other ocean, upon which I will sail into eternity…and beyond. Ugh. What am I even saying. Maybe I should hit up Casey lol, he might be awake by now. Head out, smoke a little. You know! Procrastinate before I really get to job hunting online. UGGHGHGGHH.
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It turns out I finished editing the final Saigon article last night, which I have named “The Saigoneer! 4/7/19-4/10/19,” and so I just got straight to posting it. The internet is weak here, so I didn’t mess with adding pictures to the article. Then I jumped straight into editing my Hong Kong article, finished that, and posted it! Boom! Productivity! lol. if you can call this, that. I messaged Casey but he hasn’t gotten back to me. The time is 09:20. Still very early. Haven’t applied for any jobs yet! That might be a big thing I am missing, but other than that I am feeling good. Oh, but I intend to wrap up this article right now. Let me tell you I’ve been putting the “* * *” to represent a large break in time, and thusly I needed something to represent a small break in time, so I have started using the “||” to show a short break in time. I am not sure how I feel about it yet…I might tweak it a little bit, but I will get there. I learned through the two weeks I did in the free Appacademy program that || is a programming symbol that means “or;” like this or that. Pretty simple command, and I find it interesting how often I think of implementing some of the basic things I learned in that two weeks of coding classes, into my writing. I will probably do a little more with that class sooner or later, but I am not going to finish it, I don’t think. I hope you don’t see me just for my faults, one of which is that I wimp out and never finish anything. Coding however, I really do think it to be out of my league. That’s okay though, I’ll just stick in my own lane, which involves a lottt of writing. Random, sometimes educational or beneficial writing. I aim to be more educational with every [stroke/strike] of my [pen/keyboard].

Okay. I am sitting here thinking of all the things I need to get done, and I realize I can safely hit the road without feeling like I have no purpose. I gotta call Capitol One, and I probably should try and borrow some doe from my G, or at least from my Dad. I gotta apply for some jobs too, and I’ll probably settle into someplace later today and get down with that. So! Call Cap1 and call G, and then…just see where the day takes us. But that’s it for this post, which is 16 pages long according to MS Word [which I am not proud that I use. I prefer Google Docs] and almost 12k words. Gonna edit this; oh! I am going to edit this today too [lies], so that’s another thing I can keep busy with. Then onto a new post. Not ST yet, but I am beginning the move; mentally beginning the move. So, Peace! Until soon! ya filthy cannibals.

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

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Coffee Hostel Life LAOS The Unstuck Travel Working Hard. Hardly Working.

Coffee Inn, in Vang Vieng. Plus Andy.

I am writing to you from Luang Prabang Bakery…in Vang Vieng. It doesn’t do that name justice! The coffee in Luang Prabang was quality. Okay, so it wasn’t quality everywhere…or even most places, but I spent a lot of time at Saffron Coffee and the coffee was just incredible. They do all the basics (Cappuccino, Americano, Latte…), but you can also order a French Press, or even a siphon made cup-a-joe! There’s a great article about Lao Coffee here. It is fairly surprising to me, but NesCafe is available everywhere here. I mean it’s literally on the menu board behind me right now, and it costs like $1.20 or something. I find it insulting that anyone would serve that stuff, but you can’t deny people when they find a good way to get to that money.

Recently I have been in contact with the owner of travelsizedrobot.com, which is just another travel blog, and in fact that’s why I reached out to him in the first place, because us travel bloggers should be united! I am not very good at making my page get to the top of Google, but I am good at making connections. I am not very good at monetizing…even with the connections, but that will change. If you write it, they will read; that’s what I believe. So anyway, I emailed him, and he emailed me back, just chatting about travel and whatnot. He has been a digital nomad for seven years, and if you are looking to get into that lifestyle I suggest you visit his blog here.

Jo is sitting across from me on her computer, and the restaurant is filling up. She just showed me her lesson plan for tonight. She is working with a gentleman from Tunisia on his pronunciation. He put an advertisement up on freelancer.com, and when Jo responded Jo got the job. It’s working out quite nice. She hasn’t gotten paid yet, but she’s only worked with the guy one time. He wants to do public speaking in America. More power to him. Today they are going to read a Robert Frost poem and work more on the general rules of phonetics. She has a Lao Coffee, which…really seems like it’s just instant coffee. Kind of a rip off, but we could be wrong! We could be wrong. Maybe Lao coffee just has that flavor to it. It does taste just like this other place I ordered Lao coffee, and I thought it was instant coffee there as well. But we had a pretty good Lao Coffee in Pak Bang, so I just don’t know!

Well, we are going to move on from this cafe and go to a different one in search of better coffee. Sounds like we are going to head to Cafe Eh Eh (spoiler alert! we didn’t), which we tried to go to yesterday, but it was closed at like 11 AM for some reason. When I get there I will finish this article, edit, and post the badboy. Lets hop to it! The time is 09:42 here in Vang Vieng, and the date is February 8th…big day tomorrow, because I am going to cut all my hair off it. and now that I’ve written it I really gotta follow through.

Alright, now we’re talking! I am writing to you from a place called Coffee Inn, right around the corner and down the street, and this place so far is superior in every aspect. First of all, the atmosphere is more geared for the digital nomad revolution, as there are outlets available, the coffee is reasonably priced, and the reviews pointed to a quality product. Jo is in the bathroom and they just delivered her Hot Americano to me…I am wondering if I should try it, but I will wait for her. Holy shit! Then my Hot Cappuccino showed up, and it looks out.of.this.world. It also smells as such, since who doesn’t like cinnamon. Yeah, this is defiantly the spot if you are in Vang Vieng.

Jo has pointed out that many of the places here in South East Asia seemed to be geared toward one ethnicity or another, and it is very true! At this shop, everything is written in Korean, and there seems to be…only Korean people here. The guesthouse we’re staying at seems to cater mostly to the Chinese. We stayed at this place in Chiang Mai called the Dutch Guesthouse, and there was almost strictly Dutch people there. Not strange, but different. This place has had the best prices of anywhere I have been. The Koreans and the Americans get along very well, and I am glad to give these folks my business. There is more than one reason I feel welcome at this coffee shop, and I will probably spend more time here while I am in Vang Vieng.

So I am taking this online class on web design and computer programming from App Academy. It’s a free class, which for some people is going to be the most important thing (myself included). I was certainly not ready to invest any money into a programming class, because honestly it might not be for me! But I am dying to add a new skill to me repertoire, and I’ve come to realize that pretty much any skill will mesh well with my ability to write. Programming seems to be the obvious choice. First, I have a lot of support in the realm of advancing my computer knowledge. I was introduced to the free class from App Academy by my friend Andy. I lived with Andy at the Green Tortoise Hostel, where he stayed for four months while he completed the in-person App Academy class. Let me tell you the story of Andy.

When Andy first arrived, I didn’t pay any significant mind to him because, well, I worked at the hostel and I only knew him as an individual I would see in the morning and at night, so I figured he was just there on business. As time went on I got to know of him, and I took to talking to him because Jo told me why he was staying at the hostel. He wasn’t there on business, he was there for the purposes of education. Andy went to university in Michigan (where he is from), and he studied science (I could be more specific, but I’m not writing his biography today, I am just trying to get a point across that he is a hard worker and interesting individual. Plus I don’t remember exactly what he studied). He graduated, and I am unsure if he worked in his field or not, but eventually he took to traveling. He spent some time in New Zealand where, if I remember correctly he met a Digital Nomad that was able to maintain his lifestyle by monetizing his computer programming skills. So then Andy took some free classes online and discovered he enjoyed programming. Fast forward a couple of months, and Andy is back in Michigan saving his money while working as a bartender (bartenders can make good money, if you’re savvy). He saves enough money to afford a $17,000 class from App Academy, which is a four month class, as well as the amount required to stay at the Green Tortoise for the four months the class takes place. Wow. Fucking WOW. Am I right?

Would you invest…let’s call it $25,000, in yourself? First, let’s cover a few bases. One: Andy had already completed a four-year degree from an accredited University. One thing I have learned about college as I have gotten older is that it’s less about what you study, and more about proving (to yourself, as well as your future employers) that you can complete a four year degree. College is hard. Most people can’t do it, and that’s all the more reason to complete a college degree! You gotta show you can fucking do that shit! Show that you can complete that four-year task! So Andy was already an individual who knew he could complete a college degree. I have not completed a college degree, and so I don’t think it would be wise for me to jump into a $25,000 investment in myself. If I found out I couldn’t keep up with the workload, I would lose out on a lot of money.

So Andy has his money, and he moves to San Francisco and he starts his schooling. Several months later I would start talking to him and become friends with him, not only because he is an interesting dude but also because we are from the same part of the country and subsequently share a lot of the same values. I saw him working hard, and it was obvious to anyone looking from the outside that he would succeed (although at the end he was almost out of money! Another success story that occurred on the edge of destitution). Boy oh boy, did he ever find the success he was looking for! At the end of his course at App Academy the company actually asked him if he would enjoy being an instructor of the class which he hadn’t even finished. He said yes, and the rest is history. He soon found his $25,000 investment to pay for itself, and he now lives in Oakland and is able to afford to travel and he is living his best life. Andy is in his early 30’s, if I am correct, but he looks a little younger than he is. You’re looking for some inspiration? Andy is your man.

When I was interested in learning about how to improve my coding skills (not that I have any to start) so I could have better control over my blog, Andy was the guy I turned to. I messaged him on Facebook and asked him if he could recommend any free programs for improving my use of the Java coding language (I just picked a language that I thought I needed to know, and that’s how I phrased the question). He told me about a couple resources, but the one that stood out to me was: The company he works for, App Academy, just began offering a free class on coding. The same class he took for $17,000 is now available online for free!  He told me all four months of material is there, for free, and so you know what? I took the dive! I am not very far into the class, but I am enjoying it. I am at the point where I desire to continue my learning outside the class. Perhaps getting some books to read that will strengthen my chances of success with the free class.

Okay…that’s what I have for you today. The time is 11:04 AM, and Jo and I are going to go explore the city. It gets quite hot in the middle of the day out here in South East Asia, and we should really be exploring in the morning and working on our computers in the afternoon, but our minds just gravitate toward working in the mornings, and that’s how things have been going. Tomorrow I am going to apply for some more gig’s online having to do with freelance writing, and I am going to continue to take the free coding class. App Academy suggests it will take 12 to 16 months to complete the free online course, and so I am giving myself 2 years to really learn coding using this free tool. But if I could be making even 30k to 50k freelancing after I finish the class, plus having the control over my website I desire, I will be very happy. I am not on track to have a career by 30, but if I could code everything would be different. I look forward to writing more about this endeavor, and I hope as I progress you will see the results come through on this blog and website. I will talk to you all soon!

Chris

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The Unstuck Travel Working Hard. Hardly Working.

Do Shrimp Have Wings?

It has been over four months. Have you missed me? and the truth is I am not back yet. I am ‘home for the holiday(s),’ as they put it. However I will only be staying for Thanksgiving. For Christmas I will be in Kolkata. I arrive there the 29th of November. In fact, tomorrow I will be heading on down to Chicago to apply for my visa. Let’s hope for the best! In the near future I will have much to share. I intend to purchase a 360 camera, and get involved with YouTube somehow. Also, I have 100,000 words for you. I just…need to edit them all. All the writing from my last several months in San Francisco, I plan to edit the writing when I get to India, and I plan to post it all as soon as I possibly can! Duh. Bare with me folks. I…am a man of many words. This is me in my learning stages. Garnering precision by taking the wild shots. The time is 00:10 on 11/12/18. I have so many ideas…and plans…and very little money…Prepare to hear all about it!

Chris

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Rambling Zeus The Unstuck Working Hard. Hardly Working.

Happy Earth Day!

Happy Earth Day! 46% ladies, and 54% gentleman! That is according to Google Analytic’s, which I trust to help me keep track of my readers. Just like WordPress.org, open source word processors (My Blog, my rules right? Henceforth I shall be using the acronym oswp. I bet I won’t stay true to this, but it does sound like a fun prospect. I believe there will be A LOT more oswp’s in the future.), free online education, and overall how to be a profitable vagabond; I am still learning how to utilize Google Analytic’s to its fullest potential. I am working; everyday working, on my organizational skills. One of my current missions is to have a set list of skills I work actively to develop. My skill set is quite varied, but I am not a master at any one thing. I often hear folks older than I talk regretfully toward there lack of mastery. I intend to maintain constant vigilance in relations to my goals and prospects. At current I have a strong interest in developing skills that can be used in the virtual world, as I believe a life behind a computer best suits my needs, wants, warrants, and confines.

The Great Digresser Returns! I have spent the last 30-45 minutes sifting through my Instagram feed; not to no avail. I messaged a company: @brush.naked, and they make a bamboo toothbrushes. Since it is earth day there are many eco-friendly posts on my Instagram feed, and @brush.naked is the product which stood out to me the most as I perused this morning.

Honestly, I am not progressing in this writing today as I had hoped. Today is a day for some background work here at HeartOfZeus. I may or may not venture to Oakland today for @meetartsesh, that is up in the air. Really, I should stay on this side of the bay and try to get as much work done as possible; but what am I even doing?

Chris

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Hostel Life The Unstuck Travel Working Hard. Hardly Working.

7 Reasons Moving Into A Hostel Was The Best Decision I Ever Made.

On June 23rd 2017, one day late of ¼ of a century on this planet, I stepped foot into my first hostel. I had departed from Milwaukee, WI 18 days earlier by plane, and I arrived in Seattle, WA by car. The Green Tortoise Hostel in Seattle was to be my place of employment for an undetermined amount of time (ended up being 4 months). Now I have been trade-working at the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco for 5 months, and it’s impossible to say one location has a foot up on the other. I will however say, that moving into a hostel has changed my life enormously, and entirely for the better; these are some of the major reasons why.

Don’t Tell Anyone I Was Up Here.

1. Meet New People

The amount of new people coming into my life has never been more plentiful. Everyday is a new adventure, and this is due certainly to the diverse selection of humanity I come in contact with on a continually refreshing basis. I have been a hostel resident for 9 months now, first in Seattle and now in San Francisco. I have spent many, many nights in a full dorm room. Most people you meet in hostel dorms are going to be excited to talk to you (if they find out you work their, they’re going to be ecstatic to talk to you). I have met professionals from every line of work. The Seattle Convention Center was a 10 minute walk away from me last summer; my favorite guests stayed for the PAX Convention (Penny Arcade Exposition), and the DOTA World Championships! I had a DOTA 2017 pin, but the backing fell off and I have since lost track of the pin. SF is a little different than Seattle, in which it is dense and easy to travel. Seattle is easy to traverse, but while SF has several large hills scattered about the city, Seattle is a constant uphill battle from the Sea to Capitol Hill. The truth is: I found Seattle reminding me of Milwaukee, and I can’t put my finger quite on…why. Space-time just seems to be creepy-crawly in those places. Remember I call one of them home, though.

2. Learn Out Of Necessity

Learning is an important part of life (shout out to all the beautiful teachers!). From my travels I have realized adaptation is a practiced skill, and so is confidence. Since leaving my hometown to come work in hostels, I have fine tuned many of my dreams, and even fulfilled a few. Beautiful as well as deplorable times lay behind me, but the great vastness of life glitters like the proverbial yellow brick road in front of me, and intended to traverse the leagues and clicks of life fully, and holistically. I write to educate, entertain, practice, and procreate. I would be nothing without what I have learned, and traveling opens the mind up to new ways of thinking. This is your planet as much as everyone’s, and it is not just your privilege, but your duty to explore as much of it as possible. You will learn as you go.

3. Tax Free Living

One of the huge advantage about trade-work, is that you don’t pay taxes on your labor. Their is a direct exchange between the hostel and yourself, in which you work a specified amount of hours in exchange for accommodation. At current, 23 hours of my time is worth 1 weeks stay; in Seattle the magic number was 21 hours, but everything in San Francisco is a little more expensive. Normally one would pay part of their income to the government before having access to their money, but trade-work avoids that process. There are downsides to this, such as apparent gaps in work history, and you are not building a financial portfolio for your future endeavors, but if you are well educated on these risks, and you know what you’re getting into, then you be confident about your decisions at least.

4. No More Grocery Shopping

I have not needed to shop for food in 9 months. The organically revolving folks of the hostel provide for a continual source of food brushed-aside. People stay for a couple days, maybe only a night, and they often will leave their food behind. The system is poetic, and it has graced me fully. Besides the sustenance which rolls in that way, Hostels will often offer free dinner as well as breakfast, to attract potential guests to there location. The one I am located at offers quite a bit in terms of free food; for which I am thankful.

5. Get Out Of Your Hometown!

The last thing you want to say when you’re old is “ I wish I had traveled more.” When my grandkids (I don’t have any kids) ask me why my back always hurts (my back already hurts, let’s get real) I want to recite stories of my younger years. I have learned so much since I left my home town, and traveling the world is certain to bring unto oneself a most unique life experience. I haven’t left the United States yet, but that is what I intend to do next. The places you will go are counted only by your constant vigilance in accountability for them; let that not be a lost phrase upon the way. You can go anywhere in the world. You can also move to a many number of places across the globe. A lawyer friend of mine told me “3 years is the amount of time to get any project off the ground,” and I imagine a permanent move, with a blanket of security and all that, would require about the same investment. Living in hostels is a great way to expose yourself to many different part of the world rapidly, on the cheap, and in the end you may decide you want to live in a place you

This Is Where I Live, the Green Tortoise Hostel, SF.

never imagined.

6. Learn About The World.

Knowledge is power, and the more people I meet, the more knowledge I gain. Hostels are a great place for meeting folks from around the world, all with different professions and backgrounds. The Green Tortoise Hostels are especially nice; San Francisco has a HUGE ballroom, and Seattle has a smoking room, for cigarettes and marijuana. Imagine walking downstairs in your home, assembling a breakfast plate, and sitting down to eat with a local from Mumbai. When you choose to work in a hostel, this becomes your daily life.

 

7. Start the Adventure Right Now!

You’re thinking to yourself “Wow, this is awesome! I want to move into a hostel, WHERE DO I START, CHRIS?” Well, I have the answer for that timeless question. For over 10 years now the answer for a great number of questions have had the same answer; this included. YOU START ON THE INTERNET. The two most prominent websites for finding work-trade are Workaway and HelpX. I find WorkAway to be more user friendly, and it is the platform I use. Neither of these websites are free, but they are well worth it. WorkAway is currently $36.00 per year for a solo traveler and $46.00 per year if you sign up as a couple (or as friends). HelpX costs 20 Euros for a two year membership ($24.60 USD). I will give you an insider tip for working at the Green Tortoise right here: The Seattle GT uses WorkAway, and the SF GT uses HelpX, so make sure to sign up for the proper website if you are hoping to apply at one of these two locations! I was able to work at the San Francisco location since I was employed at the Seattle location; I have never had a HelpX account, but I have met many trade-workers who use it, and they are all top notch!

That’s All Folks! That concludes the best information I have for you at this time. Really, life is all about going out and doing things, and hostels are a great way to get out and start doing things today; like right now.

Good luck on your travels! Make sure to comment! OR you can find me on Instagram and hit me with the DM if you have questions on any of these topics. Seriously, you can message me any questions, and I will do my best to answer them, and with gusto!

Chris

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Why You Should Move To San Francisco or Seattle, Today!

The accepted minimum wage in the cities of San Francisco and Seattle is $15.00 per hour. Last year I moved from my grandparents basement directly into a tradework position the Green Tortoise Hostel in Seattle. It was the best decision I have ever made for both my wellness, and the wellness of my personal economy. After 4 months in Seattle I relocated to the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco, where I have been enjoying a winter without snow; the first in my lifetime. Why should you join me, and move to the West Coast of the United States of America?

GET UNSTUCK!

A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but rarely does anything grow there. Move to a new city! Get a fresh start! Honestly, you might just cut your hair, and find motivation within yourself to figure out the next step. Okay, so you can’t leave Today. You can however take the first step to improving your personal economy, which is what this is all about! Get a job and start saving money! There is at least public respect, and personal solace in improving your personal economy; you may even find yourself happy. If you are in the United States I know you have this ability at your finger tips. You should be happy to accept the work that is available; pretty soon McDonald’s is going to be staffed with robots, and you will find your comfort zone has been built around your ease in opportunity to find work.

I’M NOT THAT STUCK, CHRIS!

Okay, you you have a sustainable income, but you still want to get in motion with…something. An individual who moves to San Francisco and finds work anywhere will be able to take home well over $1000 every two weeks, and that is with no prior experience. Restaurants, Retail, Hotel Staff, Bagging Groceries, Counter Help At Marijuana Dispensaries (As of January recreational marijuana is legal in California). You will be able to find a job that pays $15.00 an hour in the cities of San Francisco and Seattle. I meet folks everyday that have lived in the city (SF) for months with no permanent residence, and they have the ability to save money unlike anything I have seen before within the realm of unskilled professionals. If you’re already saving money and just waiting for that next step in life, it wouldn’t hurt to do so in the city with the highest minimum wage in America (That article is out of date, but it is one of the better citations I could find).

THE WEST COAST IS RICH WITH CULTURE!

If you have never been to the West Coast of the United States, you are missing out. We are not as concerned with Donald Trump out here, we are worried about ourselves! From Vancouver down to San Francisco, probably all the way to Tijuana; It’s a Vibe. The difference out here is palpable. The people are happier, and they are not as idle. There are successful recycling programs. There are not so many Wal-Marts. Being present among these things, along with some healthy choices, and one may begin to grasp the large picture of life;

we are all going to die, but probably not today.

– Chris