4.17-4.19 Happy Donuts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spark Twain

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

Day 14, I’m still here

It’s March 14, and that’s basically my 14th day in Da Nang. I arrived February 28th at about 4:30 in the afternoon, and have been basically chilling in the same place the last two weeks. It has been refreshing. At first I was in love with the place; the beach, travelers, locals, and just a general sense of activity here in Da Nang, especially as I am staying in a very touristic district. My hostel is only 5 blocks from the beach.

A new idea has budded in my brain, and I have been very excited about the prospect. Yet, as I sit here, I wonder if I am doing the right thing. This is a reoccurring feature of my life. Always wondering if I am doing the right thing. I was thinking about writing a blog about asmr, but the more and more I think about it the more I reconsider. Here’s what I do know: I want to dedicate myself to a purpose, and I need it to make money. I also know that if I am true to my purpose, I will find success. Do I watch asmr videos? Fuck yeah, a lot. I think I would find success if I write a blog about it. However, I can’t get away from the opinion I have of myself which prevents me from moving forward at this time, and that is my belief that any purposeful blog I write has equal opportunity to be successful.

I stumbled on okaywhatever.com this morning, and it’s a blog! I found it because the first reference relating to the world of asmr was made on a forum by a person with the handle: okaywhatever. However, the website I found today I don’t think is related. It is an interesting blog however! It kind of reminds me of what I do here at HeartOfZeus. The person from OkayWhatever seems to just ramble, and we all know I am always down for a ramble.

So here’s what I conclude. I want to start a new blog, and I want it to be successful. I am going to pay people to do the stuff I can’t do, which might include some work on the computer, but it could be anything. I have diverse interests, and that is making it hard to decide what to blog about. For the last week I have been thinking blogging about asmr as the answer to my problems. Today I considered writing a blog about blogs. Tomorrow I might consider a third option. What will I end up doing? Gotta stay tuned to find out.

What I can tell you is: I bought a plane ticket back to the states. Woo! Right? I leave from Ho Chi Minh City on April 12th at 05:00, and I arrive 19.5 hours later at 10:30 in San Francisco, on the same day. I have spent a long time looking at flights, and in the end I don’t think I got that good of a deal, but I also don’t think I over paid. I dropped about $460 on a flight that has a 4.5 hour layover in Hong Kong, and I am flying with Hong Kong airlines. My other option was to buy a flight from Philippine Airlines and fly through the Philippines, which had only a 1.5 hour layover, but I decided to go with Hong Kong. The price was the same, and I think Hong Kong will have a better airline. Plus, I get to gaze upon the vastness that is China. From a distance, yes, but I am still proud to say I (will have) had a layover at the HK Airport.

The time is 14:14 here in Da Nang. So we know I have about a month left in Vietnam. We know I need to go south, and so I will probably decide to skip the whole northern part of the country this time around. That is rather sad, because a man I met named Greg (also happens to be from Wisconsin) told me that I should definitely go north to appreciate this country properly. Whichever direction I go, I am happy to be traveling Vietnam. First things first, I am going to take a Grab (owned by Uber) to Hoi An and chill there for a couple of days. From there? I don’t know! I will have many days. I was supposed to have a whole three months here, but impatience got me again and I’m leaving early! Granted, if I want to change my airline ticket it’s only $50, so I could really change my mind if I wanted, but I bet after 4 more weeks away from home I will be extra ready to go back.

I am excited to travel America. Not how I have in the past, but for the purposes of money! If I find out I can make more money in NJ, for example, I am just going to go there! In the future, I am just going to go where the money is! That is one reason I think this blog thing might work out for me. If I can get it rolling a little bit, and if I can sell some t-shirts to generate even a little extra income, I will be able to keep on the road, and in all honesty I think I need that because of my…habits…It doesn’t feel devilishly out of reach though! staying nomadic. It’s okay to want a life that isn’t static, I know this forsure! So as I move forward with my longg talked about monetary development, I will not shy away from doing what makes me happy, but also avoid that which plagues me.

I am going to research headphones sold in Vietnam online now, and then maybe do a little more research about shopping because I get 2 free checked bags with my flight and I might consider bringing some stuff back with me. I will edit this later. Peace!

Chris

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

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

Words from Beanstalk Cafe; Ashley’s Cafe. Post #89

Wow. So I am sitting in Beanstalk cafe, on the corner of 8th Avenue and California Street. A quiet part of the city: Inner Richmond. I was not particularly enjoying myself. The lady who works here is quite nice, and the place looks inviting; there is an animal pelt under my feet, gotta love that shit. But then somebody (it’s just two ladies working), put on Lily Allen’s Smile. I don’t know if any of you know, but I love Lily Allen, particularly her first album Alright Still. Ugh. The song is over already. I can’t even tell whats playing, but I know it’s some bullshit. It’s all bullshit. Apparently I don’t operate kindly when fueled by 3 hours of sleep. It’s sad but it’s true. Maybe I have some other problems in my life I need to work out also.

I was intending to write when I came into this building this morning, and as I sit here writing I am thankful my sour attitude didn’t last long. Jack Johnson is playing now, and I can get behind that also. I have money in my pocket today, where as yesterday I didn’t. I have $958.00. Which isn’t much, but it’s what I’ve got. I don’t exactly know what I’m going to do with it either. I have all sorts of useless bullshit I desire to purchase, and a new computer is at the top of the list (everything is useless bullshit today, just bare with me). I just overheard the ladies at the counter talking that this place has only been open for 2 weeks. I also happened to notice their Help Wanted sign in the window. I could start working at 7 AM over here, and that would be an interesting gig. I have never worked in a coffee shop before. Well, in between that last sentence and this one, I went and re-observed the sign. I do not think I will be applying to work here, or at any second job as a matter of fact. I just like being a broke piece of shit, what can I say?

Damn. I just realized I have a grip of shit I gotta get doing if I want to get anywhere in life. Even all the ‘hardwork’ I put into this site isn’t enough. This isn’t even hard fucking work! I just get stoned and write. I’m kind of excited to start traveling, I think spending a little less time around weed could be good for my overall longevity. Plus it might be getting in the way of hardwork. Instead of writing outlined, concise, and overall efficient pieces, I just generate bullshit. You’re reading night soil ladies and gentlefucks.

I am in desperate want to generate an information sheet for MAC’D. We definitely need one, but also I am hoping there is money in it. I would like to write an article about recycling. In California, we separate the Garbage, Compost, and Recycling. That’s a big thing ladies and gentleman! And do you know what is something really important I learned? In order to save the planet, we’re going to have to start separating our garbage, probably by hand. If you work at a business, it is your responsibility to dig through and separate the waste. It is now part of every job description when working in a restaurant. Everyone is going to be a waste management specialist. In both Seattle and San Francisco, responsible waste management is enforced heavily. Business’ that are caught violating the law regarding recycling are slapped with sizable fines. There is no machine (yet) to make things cheaper, or faster, or easier; you’re going to start digging through garbage; or were all going to die. Maybe, someday, everyone will decide to place their waste into the proper container. But until then the responsible, and moral, and educated will do what they can, and right now the most practical thing we can do is the degrading and menial task of separating garbage (eventually we’re all going to have to quit eating red meat, so separating garbage ain’t even that bad, really). I also see a future where humans, specifically Americans, spend less time working for private interests, and more time growing their own sustainability. If every family that wanted red meat had to take care of their own cow? Well I think that would do wonders to shirk our carbon footprint. Nobody wants to take care of a damn cow.

. . .

I downloaded the app Headspace. Wisely, they decided to advertise at the beginning or ASMR videos, and since I enjoyed the gentleman’s voice; found it relaxing, I downloaded the app. It is currently reminding me to ‘Get some Headspace,’ which I suppose means meditate. I agree that maybe I could get some Headspace this morning, and so I am going to plug in my headphones, and listen to this Aussie talk for 10 minutes on the subject I have indicated I would like to improve with Headspace: Focus. Wow a whole page already.

Okay. So I just finished my second session on Headspace, and I must say I am still quite infatuated with the man’s voice; it is quite relaxing. He talks about the mind wandering often, and my mind wanders quite often. Even when I should be writing a good, solid review of Headspace, all I can think is ‘this makes me want to record some ASMR.’ Totally not the point of this exercise! We already know I am going to be writing about ASMR, and to switch to filming videos would be a change of pace I do not wish to occur. My scatterbrainedness can be seen in the fact that my articles have no organization or theme. For instance: the money would definitely be in writing a solid review of Headspace, and from the title of the article all the way through the body of the work, I would stay focused on the Headspace app. Instead however, I simply bury my half-assed talk about Headspace in the middle of an article about nothing. Real wise of me, right? Well anyway, I am going to leave the Beanstalk Cafe, and probably go to Jo’s house. Eventually I have to make it down to the Mission today, and then I work at 6:15 PM until about 3 AM. Should be a good time. Friday and Saturday are money making days for me, and I am glad to have the mornings off those days to get some work done as well.

Chris.

I am writing from a place called Asian Box, which is Asian street food in a box. I just happened to be walking around looking for places to eat. I was riding the Neo with Jo. I had decided I wanted to exit on Fillmore…Holy shit there is this constant alarm going off at the restaurant I am in, it’s intense. New folks working here, just like at MAC’D. Clearly the alarm is not a normal thing, or they would have figured it out. Okay, its over. Okay, so my food came, and it’s pretty damn good. Asian Box is probably healthier than MAC’D. I’ll tell you though, the only reason to make a comparison is because they are both based on the ‘Build Your Own!’ model. Thusly, I assembled my own concoction. The ingredients are quite fresh. I do enjoy the food. If you go to Asian Box, it is highly recommended you get all the toppings. Of course that’s what I did.

Chris

I am writing to you from Martha & Bros. Coffee Company. My first impressions are so-so. I thought the staff was helpful and friendly. All their products are to-go, so I got a small coffee and the last blueberry scone they had. I am eating the scone right now. It’s a pretty good scone as far as flavor, but it is fluffy, and I like a high density scone. One factor that will play a big role on if I return to this coffee shop or not, is the fact that it is located in Noe Valley. I occasionally do some work in Noe Valley for Saloonbox (I load the boxes), but other than that I am hardly in the area. It is far away from everything else I have associated myself with, and it is one of the more expensive areas in the city. I am plowing thru this scone. It is quite good, I must say, but still the density lacks. At the end of the day, I guess I wish I had simply returned to my usual: Union Street Coffee House. I also have to work at 4:30 today, and the commute from here will turn out to be quite sizable. To be honest…since my coffee is in a to-go cup I am considering just packing up and hitting the bus back to the other side of town. The 24 would be the way to go. Damn. I just got here. But I am trying to kill a sizable amount of time, and I just don’t feel at home doing such a thing here. The time is 10:22 AM.

Well that was quite a journey, and now I’m at MAC’D. One of the owners, Chen-Chen, is in the office behind me. I am waiting for food. I left Martha & Bros coffee, hit the 24 bus north on Divisidero, got off at union street and sat in the Union Street Coffee Shop for a little over an hour looking at surface tablets on the internet. I drank only one cup of coffee, but the caffeine content must have been high; I’m pretty jittery. Afterward I decided to come in to eat at work because, well, I like the food. Also I can write and chill out for a little bit before I start my shift. Today will be a bit different, in that I will be cleaning for a couple hours before I begin a night of expediting food to hungry customers. I am really beginning to settle into my employment at MAC’D. I enjoy the all the tasks I do, and I really feel like I am contributing to the world around me, in a way that can also benefit me.

I am sitting here thinking of all the ways I can make money. Let me tell you, when you can make money off of a popular project, and the money you make doesn’t deduct/take from the profit of said project: you will be doubly rewarded. It is in this spirit that I write about MAC’D. People are already going to be Googling my place of work, right? Why not give them the opportunity to read a blog written by one of the MAC’D employees (me, duh)? I believe folks will find me when they search for MAC’D, as my website will show up in the Google results. From what I have researched about SEO and appearing in Google results, creating original content is key. Beyond that, we all know Keywords will always be the ‘key’ to people finding your page, maybe even moving on to Key Phrases nowadays. Perhaps vocabulary size will be taken into account? I just write, and in my writing I mention where I am, or who I work for, or where I am traveling, and I simply trust Google to present my website to the proper interested parties. What I am getting at in the end is: I think there is money in writing about MAC’D. I think writing about my work will increase both of our reputations, and in the end, that which I write about MAC’D will be of value and useful nature in the future, maybe even the far future.

That’s it for me today. I just ate a full bowl of MAC’D, and damn, I’m full enough for two. Now I will go clock in and work a solid 8 hours. I need the money, and am happy to catch the hours. The time is 1:58 PM in San Francisco.

Chris

In contrast to how much I had been hitting these keys, I haven’t written in quite some time. After comparing the above writing to my clock-in times on Homebase (the app MAC’D uses for for scheduling), I have come to the conclusion the last time I wrote was Monday. I clocked in two hours early to do some cleaning that day. Then I worked Tuesday from (roughly) 4-10, and when I got off of work I took the bus over to Jo’s house, and after a little bit of discussion, followed by a research binge, we booked one night at the Days Inn in Monterrey, California. Since my last writing I have: Seen the first theater in California, visited the Monterrey Bay Aquarium, failed to stop at the Robert Louis Stevenson house, took a ride down Guadeloupe Canyon Parkway, and to wrap it all up I lost my In and Out virginity. I work at 6:15 PM tonight. But…

The time is 8:42 AM, and it is Friday in San Francisco. I am writing to you from Union Street Coffee House. It is still early, but perhaps it only feels that way because I only recently arrived at the coffee house. I awoke in Jo’s bed this morning, and I was well rested. As I age rest occasionally eludes me, even when I am vigilant about it’s apprehension. Today I woke rested, which is good because that rest has to carry me through until I leave work at 3 AM.

Already today I have scheduled an appointment to submit my passport application. Woohoo! I have long since been speaking of a lifestyle that requires leaving the county, but not until today have I commenced forward progression on the topic. Soon I will be able to travel the world, and I am sure I will learn some stuff. However, I have already decided I am, simply, going to write, so I will not worry about judgment and the evolution of my writing. To read my writing at 25, is to be listening to a 25 year old. Lest I be worried about how folks will compare that to my work of 10 years later! So as I make foolish mistakes, premature judgments, and write the inevitable folly that folks must write in order to grow, I maintain my constant vigilance, and I keep my emotions in check. I am just going to write, and try to get better. Especially when it comes to this blog; I am just going to write in a flowing sense. I just sit down, and I write what comes into my mind. For the future of this website, and for any books I will write in the future, my approach to accomplishing my goals may be different. Today however, I just want to write. Thusly, this is what you receive.

Chris

I am now at SPARC. All the 8th’s are 40% off, so I bought one. Smoking on some Pineapple. A 15% indica. I prefer an indica, but consumed copiously it can be over-cumbersome, you know? I have found that smoking on a low percentage allows me to smoke all day without experiencing any dramatic crashes. If you start your day smoking on some 29% Gorilla Glue, you got nowhere to go. Anyway, that is (almost) enough about cannabis. In the future I will consume less of it, simply because that is what life demands. By continuing what I do with the Heart Of Zeus Blog, I am choosing a certain lifestyle. I am a traveling writer. With that lifestyle may or may not come prosperity, and if I limit myself not to strictly a traveling writer, if I am more than that…well than I am simply doing what is necessary to manifest thy personal destiny in the modern day. But I’m probably going to keep smoking pot y’all.

After I leave here I am going to REI to get some more information on sleeping bags and traveling with them, and from there I am going to the Microsoft store to get some question answered, mostly about the Microsoft Surface. I need a lighter machine to travel with, but I also want to expand my skill set. I am going to end up spending some money, and in the end I will have a lightweight and efficient machine to travel with, and that will be my tool. Gotta keep my tool and my wit sharp, so I am going to learn what I can.

Chris

I am writing to you from Ashley’s cafe, which is in the neighborhood of Inner Richmond in San Francisco. Unfortunately I am experiencing the same problem here I experience everywhere else, in that the coffee has a very high caffeine content. Damn…I hate being disappointed in things. Alas, I am disappointed in this cafe. I said that last time I went to a cafe up here, and that one was Beanstalk cafe. One thing about the beanstalk cafe however was that the dark roast coffee was actually a pretty dark roast. Low caffeine is what I like, and it’s impossible to find in this city, but Beanstalk cafe provided. If you’re in Inner Richmond and you’re looking for a morning coffee, go Beanstalk. I hate to admit it, but Ashley’s cafe has reasonably priced food, and it’s pretty tasty. I am about to finish my breakfast sandwich.

I work a double today, and I am happy to be getting the extra hours. What is no good is that I did not plan very well, and now I am stuck with having to run around before my shift starts at 11 AM. The time is currently 7:33 AM. So I am going to work the register at MAC’D for 6 hours, then I get an hour and fifteen minute break, and I will finish the night with 9 more hours working the expediting position. The one dilemma I happened to overlook is: my sleeping situation. I am not entirely sure what my plan for the night is yet, but I have stopped in this cafe to figure that situation out, and so far all I’ve done is write these two paragraphs.

Chris

The time is 5:22 AM and I am at Lori’s diner on Powell and Sutter in San Francisco. I am very tired. I have been brought here by an unfortunate series of events, the telling of which I may be to weary to partake in. The responsibility can be held partially by me, in that I am refusing to pay for 2 nights at a hostel, wherein any usual circumstance a guest would be very much required to pay for both nights; it is 5 AM, and check in isn’t until 3 PM. However being as I am Chris Buckley, I can do no such thing: paying for two nights. And so I left, and now I am at Lori’s diner.

I worked 16 hours today, and I am refusing to drop an extra $56 for sleep. I wish I could redirect this shrewd-stubbornness into forward motion, but so far I have not figured out the secret. My, oh my. I ended at Lori’s diner because Pine Crest and Jack in the Box didn’t have outlets. This place has an outlet. I’m sitting at a triangle table, and I am facing the door. There is an old style radio to my left, and the clock upon it is stuck at 9:23. But the music! It’s all oldies, and the genres seem to differ greatly. It’s chaotic, especially right now at 5 AM. I sit here in the diner, and I am pondering my return to the Adelaide. I had visited a different hostel, HI in Fort Mason, earlier in the night. They gave me the same story, that I could not check in until 3 PM, but that is pretty much what I had expected from Hosteling International. When I lived in Seattle, HI and City Hostel were the main competition of Green Tortoise. I met many a folk that stayed at both; I was a simple tortoise dweller, and only recently was I force to come out of my shell. Anyway, the gentleman at HI was accommodating to the degree in that he did not ask me to leave, which was nice; remember I just showed up with a couple of bags at 4 AM. I called Adelaide Hostel from HI and came to an understanding with the man on the phone. Upon my arrival to Adelaide I immediately redirected myself to the Dakota Hotel, attempting to save four dollars. This is where things take a turn for worse. Sadly, a young women was working there, and apparently she is behind my abhorrent refusal. Not only was I told the 4 dollar price difference did not exist, I then had to leave the hostel and seek refuge in this diner. I have eaten food, and now I am full and sleep. I know not what I am going to do. [As I was editing this I realized that I did in fact know what I was going to do. And so, in the end, I went back to the Adelaide during a time the owner was present, and he allowed me to check it early].

The time is 10:33 PM, and I am at Adelaide Hostel. I was given privileges to check in early, and I am grateful for that. Everyone should stay at the Adelaide, and of course we know the Heart Of Zeus philosophy that is If You Can Wit Your Way Into It, Smitten It Was [I had just made that up, I’ve never actually said such a thing].

I am sooo fucking tired of carrying this HUGE HP Pavillion dv7 around. I really think in the next day or two I will be purchasing a new laptop [never happened]. I look around me here, inside the Family Room (as I will call it) of the Adelaide, and I forsure have the largest laptop in the room. If there was anything I learned from my short but wonderful time in Texas: Bigger is always Better. Alas, I am much to crippled to be lugging this titan around, and the HP must go for that reason. If I was in full health, perhaps I would carry this computer until it ultimately failed me. The case is however that I will reassign this machine, and the new user may be the one to accompany my long used HP to it’s death; it’s final departing days. I am selling the computer. I will first purchase a new computer, and then I will sell the old…my CD drive just popped out for no reason. That was really fucking strange. Like it just happened and I had to break off and talk about that shit. It’s a button on the side of the computer, and I’m all hands on deck with the keyboard. I smoked a spliff tonight and I am feeling that tobacco a wee bit. Those 10 years of smoking cigs did me no favors, and if anything simply ruined a good spliff life I could have lived. I spend a lot of time with folks from Europe, and they all smoke spliffs. Tonight I was simply given a spliff, so of course I chiefed that motherfucker. And now I’m writing. Omg lol, this was supposed to be a lil two sentence blurb, because what I really want to be doing is looking at laptops online, and I just wanted to write a small update. I intend to buy a new machine soon, and that means the next time I write to you may be from that new machine. Only time will tell, but I am thinking I want the device ‘sooner than already there’: STAT. I need small machine. What’s the smallest laptop? What do YOU think I should be getting? Will Chris make the right choice? Find out next time on:

Heart Of Zeus

The time is 1:35 AM in San Francisco, and I am at Lori’s Diner again. I was editing my above writing, because I have drunk too much coffee, and simply decided it was a good time to edit. However, just moments ago four police officers walked into the joint. It appeared that they meant business, although I had detected no disturbance prior. It has been nearly a whole minute now and nothing has happened, so I am concluding nothing is happening. Oh shitt two more officers just walked in. One got a menu. They must just be craving food. Interesting. Lori’s is definitely busier now (1 AM) than the last time I was here (5 AM), which was the only time I was here, and I wrote about it in this very article lol. Last time I had the Blues Burger, this time I am having the Lori’s Burger, which comes with sweet potato fries. I smashed the whole thing pretty quick. Probably not a wise thing, since I was interested in staying up all night, and then getting breakfast with Jo. I still intend to get breakfast with her, but perhaps I will catch a couple Z’s between now and then. We are going to have breakfast at Mama’s, which is a popular place in North Beach. I had never heard of it, and neither of us have been. Once I am there I will probably recognize the restaurant. I bet it’s expensive. Everything is expensive in the Bay area. It’s kind of excessive, but the money is also available to be made here, so what is to be said else on the subject? I am here. [I did catch some Z’s, and we ate at Pork Store Cafe in the Haight instead].

Yeah those cops are definitely just eating some food. Nothing exciting happened. I got the bill however. $20.39 Lame. But I am going to pay it, right? I do wonder what things will be like for me when I begin to travel. If money was no object, I guess I would just hop from cafe to cafe on foot, drinking coffee and tea, and staying an hour or more as I wrote from them all; or perhaps just surfed the internet. In San Francisco that lifestyle gets quite expensive. It is what I am doing right now. I already bought a $4 coffee at Denny’s, and I would have spent twice that if my friend hadn’t requested to have his coffee removed from the bill. I was taken aback when he told me his plan of action, although is it true that he didn’t drink the coffee, and also I am down with saving money. The waiter removed his coffee from the bill, and I saved $4. I couldn’t believe it. Definitely learning from Casey. He’s the dude I am going to have help me raise money. What are we raising money for? In order to sum it up rapidly, we are raising money for an independent blog.

Okay four of the cops just left. One of them was like “Gotta go commit crime asknfuiarenoie…,” he said more as he left, but the jist is that he was complaining, I think because they didn’t even have enough time to receive their food. Hmm. We shall see what happens. I’m texting Jo. She’s working the overnight shift at the Hostel. It’s been a good 5 minutes now and two of the cops have been posted up near the front since the other four left. Nothing else has happened. I think there was 8 cops in total, which means two probably have food by now. Okay. I think I am going to leave the diner now. The time is 2:09 AM in SF, and the date is…OMG it’s the got-damn fourth of July folks! Woo! Firework time! Although I know not where to find then. I work tonight from 4-10 PM though, so I might miss the firework show San Francisco puts on; if they put on any.

Chris

I am back at Ashley’s cafe. Besides Union Street Coffee House, it is one of the only coffee shops that opens at 6 AM. USCH remains my favorite place to write in the city (by a long shot), but this coffee shop was very close to me, and so here I am. One of the things I dislike about this place is the music they play. It is all very popular radio music, and sometimes I find it hard to concentrate because I am singing the songs. Come to think of it, I don’t even know if USCH plays music. Right now I’m listening to Hoosier. Fun Fact: I didn’t know Hoosier was a place until I met, and followed on Instagram, Parker Pickett, a friend of mine I met at the Green Tortoise. He’s in a band called Indian Old School, and from the pictures I’ve seen I bet they put on a good show. Now the workers of Ashley’s are playing ‘The A Team’, by Ed Sheeran. What a terribly sad song lol. OH! But now they are playing some…acoustic version…of You Will Be Loved, by Maroon 5. I can get behind Songs about Jane. Hmm. I never really considered what the name Jane meant to me until my grandmother passed, but now I realize it means a lot to me. That was her name. Jane Kathleen Armstrong, and when she married my Grandfather, Frederick Richard Kennard, well then she became Jane Kennard. She would remain Jane Kennard until her death. But the point of this is, I am now hearing and seeing her name how she would see it. I am more observant about the name Jane. Plain and simple.

Last night was hella busy at work. First off, one of the strongest kitchen assets we have, Skye, did not come into work. Realistically this wasn’t the end of the world, because one of our managers Eric was present and handled the situation quite well, albeit his level of fatigue was surprisingly high. I am not sure what the owner is asking of Eric as the General Manager of the the MAC’D empire, but like most people I meet, he is probably underpaid. I am still very much enjoying working for MAC’D. First off, it’s damn-good for my reputation. I am slowly realizing my innate alignment with pop culture is unavoidable, and MAC’D fits that bill perfectly; have you seen the viral video about MAC’D online? When it comes to pop culture: it is not that I desire to be apart of it, it is that I am a part of it. I have been molded intimately by pop culture. My mother and my grandmother both had a keen interest in the lives of celebrities. I never understood their interest in reading People, and Star magazine, but nonetheless I picked those magazines up too. I was always looking for the money, though. The people in those magazines are rich people, and that is what incited me most. Now I realize many of the people in those magazines are also hardworkers, and they have chosen to do a form of work they (mostly) enjoy. If only I viewed things as such during my youth. However, all of those years of having my mother and my grandmother intertwining their lives with the folks in those magazines, has brought me to a similar place. I am in the midst of choosing a career path that delegates my work to being popular, or failing.

I am just writing because it feels good, and I am well aware I am just writing about…me, basically; for lack of a better. Who do I think will be interested to read about my life? Who do I think will find my blog inciting simply because ‘it’s written by a pretty cool dude,’ ? Well, honestly, I am not so sure it’s everyday people. It might be a different breed of folks who enjoy my blog. Musicians, artists, actors, and public figures certainly fit the bill. Or should I say, there exists musicians, artists, actors, and public figures which would be interested in reading my blog, and I intend to find them, and I intend to introduce myself. The more popular a person is, and if they expose themselves to the world in the fashion a celebrity must, then the easier I can determine if they are the type of individual who would enjoy my blog. From afar I can examine their personality, then target advertise to them, and ideally they start reading my blog organically (remember I could have targeted them wrong, or maybe my advertisement just didn’t hit right). When a new reader to my blog is of a popular nature, then the hardwork I put in finding that reader will be exponentially returned to me, as they tell their friends and followers about my blog. Is that hoping for to much? I know that most people would say yes. Some would even find it presumptuous of me to…be an egotistical bastard? But let me break it down for you: first of all, my parents were never married. Second, my wit is exceeded only by that of my girlfriend Jo. Thirdly, an ego based on cleverness does not appear overnight, and remain standing; this is not Turkey.

I have talked about a whole lot of nothing so far today. Ugh. And I drank just a tiny bit of coffee, and of course I smoked a little reefer, and I am feeling a little scatterbrained. I do enjoy smoking weed, but it is quite annoying the effect it has on memory. I was not finished writing the above paragraph, but I lost my thought process as I refined a single statement over, and over again, eventually losing sight of the overall picture and my vigor to continue writing it. I meant to tell you that my ego is built of bricks formed by years of friendly encouragement, but I spent too much time seeking out a better word than ‘coddling,’ and eventually the whole rest of the idea wet to pot. Here I am; back to talking about nothing. I wrote this whole paragraph (so far) in the time it took me to write the final two sentences of the last one. I don’t even know. Sometimes I think being human is a curse, at least this late in the game. As my ole friend Corey told me once (and this statement has only gotten more true over time), ‘Freewill throws a wrench in my plans all the time.’ That how I feel. My life is as organic as it gets for a blogger in the modern day. My freedom is full and bountiful. Sometimes that gets in the way of hardwork and success, because I lack self-discipline and self-control. These are the things I hope to work on the most when I travel to India and South East Asia. In telling you about my goals, I am forcing some accountability unto myself. I think this is a good practice. The time is 8:02 AM in San Francisco. It is July 5th. [P.S. – I sat here in Ashley’s cafe and edited this thing (finally) right away, and now it is posting time! Woo! It is is now 9:28 AM in SF].

Chris.

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

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

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

3 Questions To Ask Yourself When Examining Goals

The Triage Of Life; an Introduction of New Format,

By Chris Buckley.

I am not the type of individual one would consider “organized.” As I grow older, I am forced to deal with life as it is thrust at me. While I learn to dodge bullets, I also accept the peltering of boulders as part of daily life. Sometimes I tell myself it’s okay to be mediocre, and that is just not okay. This is me writing to myself, a note, that that is not an okay way to go about ANY day.

At the somber age of 25 I am finding I want a different future than the one I am currently progressing towards. I envision a life of fortitude; my cup overfloweth with out-of-season juices. Today I will be discussing a practice I call The Triage of Life, which is just how I go about organizing my activities. I use this method to dictate short-term and long-term events. As realized through my development of it, clearly I was in need of a time-benefit-analysis, and I am happy to present that to you.

Veronika, Lee, and Gardner.
Thanksgiving 2017.

1. Can It Be Done Today?

If you can’t do it today, it’s better to schedule time to think about later. This is an attribute of successful people, and something I learned from a man named Gardner Kent. The most important tasks are the ones that can be gotten to: today! I put this question as the first part of the analysis as to maintain constant vigilance in regards to it as I move forward with the triage. If you get to the third step and find yourself asking, “Can this task be accomplished in a single life time?” You are about to attempt a task you are nowhere near prepared for; schedule time to think about that stuff later.

2. What Is The Next Step?

Okay, so you have decided your task is a doable feat, and will not result in an immediate failure that could have been easily avoided with a little mental wherewithal. What will be the next step? Even further, where will this task end? Sometimes, especially for the day dreamers, it’s hard to tell where one task ends, and another begins. Today, I will be off to get my passport. I am not going to buy any plane tickets, or say goodbye to anyone I love yet. However, the idea of leaving spawned the idea of getting a passport. I began with a single thought: ‘I want to go to Cambodia,” and then when I ran that idea through The Triage Of Life, I saw clearly the first steps are to save money, and buy a passport. Then comes buying a plane ticket, and finally saying goodbye. The idea to leave did not sprout yesterday however, and a big idea like leaving my home country for the first time takes patience to incorporate into reality.

3. Does it scream “YOU,” or is it just the flavor of the day?

The worst thing, especially for the rootless-entrepreneur, is to invest too much time into something that, really, might have been a pipe dream. Even after you have examined this new idea of yours, and decided it’s a venture of attainable value, you must make the decision to manifest this dream unto your yet untold story. The final step is two parts: realizing accountability of your new project, and incorporating it organically into your daily life. This is where the act of triage comes in. By this third step, you can determine the overall value of a specific idea, and now you need to be truthful to yourself when you ask this next question: “Can I fit this into my already busy life?”

 

With great power comes great responsibility, and we all must choose wisely how we exercise our great power. I gave some real thought to my Cambodia venture, and find it to be stepping out of my comfort zone, without stepping outside my sphere of affluence. It is important to stick to the confines of reality when delegating time, and maintain constant vigilance in regards to how valuable your time is. Choosing a path totally divergent from your usual activities is not outlandish by any means, but this is the step that separates the men from the boys. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish that task/idea. This third step is about looking at all your ideas and tasks as a whole, and seeing the reality behind the question: “Can I really do all that, and will it make me happy at the end of the day?”

Chris