When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) from my evening outing last night, I was informed by the resident culinary artist that Tom, the drunkard, is moving back to the second floor. And, a family is apparently moving into the two-bedroom attached unit at the back of the house. Of course, if Tom is moving upstairs, then so is his drinking buddy.
The Slob Manor landlord conveniently neglected to tell any of us about the changes. The resident culinary artist only learned of the new developments through Tom himself. Alan has gone on vacation to spend time in his "McMansion" in Arizona. So, he'll be in for a surprise when he returns. Yeah, we're back to the same intolerable nonsense again. All I could say was, "Goddammit!"
Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. I was in a bad way all day because of the latest news concerning the botched sale of the "condotel" unit. Then, the continuing Slob Manor fiasco. Can it get dumber? Sure, the global economy could collapse before I can acquire a cache of gold bullion. Sheesh!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Exodus: Canceled
Same ol' shit. I ran into my homeless buddy at the gym this afternoon, which was unusual. When I checked my e-mail this afternoon, I received a document request for an extension to the closing date for the sale of the detestable "condotel" unit. The new date is May 9th, but I believe the buyer is going to renege at the last minute. There is no reason to extend the closing since it is allegedly a cash sale. The exodus is officially canceled.
My friends, there is no way to exit the "system" through conventional means. The exodus roadmap was entirely conventional and only worked to further lock me into slavery. Thus, I have no choice but to seek out unconventional means. The situation is imperative because next year the "Obamacare" farce will go into effect. In addition, the so-called "sequester" funding cuts will exacerbate and compound the problems for the rank-and-file peons in empire. Then, there is the conundrum of the Fed’s endless "quantitative easing," now at several trillion dollars of mostly dodgy assets. Imagine if the Fed attempted to "unwind" that much in worthless "paper." There is another major economic collapse in the making.
My only contingency plan for escape from the ensuing madness would be a stepped redemption and transfer of all liquid assets (including retirement accounts) in which I take physical possession of the latter. A portion of the cash would be used to purchase and physically store gold bullion. The remaining cash would also be locally stored. All debt obligations would be subject to immediate default. Then, I will disappear into the world of homelessness. Frankly, I see no other way out.
The majority of slaves will remain loyal to the "system" until the unraveling reaches its breaking point. By then, obviously, it will be too late to salvage anything of worth. Societal breakdown would be expedited. Of course, very few slaves believe that collapse of empire is even possible. We are immune because we are "exceptional," they will say. In all honesty, no one will be immune when "the shit hits the fan." More later.
My friends, there is no way to exit the "system" through conventional means. The exodus roadmap was entirely conventional and only worked to further lock me into slavery. Thus, I have no choice but to seek out unconventional means. The situation is imperative because next year the "Obamacare" farce will go into effect. In addition, the so-called "sequester" funding cuts will exacerbate and compound the problems for the rank-and-file peons in empire. Then, there is the conundrum of the Fed’s endless "quantitative easing," now at several trillion dollars of mostly dodgy assets. Imagine if the Fed attempted to "unwind" that much in worthless "paper." There is another major economic collapse in the making.
My only contingency plan for escape from the ensuing madness would be a stepped redemption and transfer of all liquid assets (including retirement accounts) in which I take physical possession of the latter. A portion of the cash would be used to purchase and physically store gold bullion. The remaining cash would also be locally stored. All debt obligations would be subject to immediate default. Then, I will disappear into the world of homelessness. Frankly, I see no other way out.
The majority of slaves will remain loyal to the "system" until the unraveling reaches its breaking point. By then, obviously, it will be too late to salvage anything of worth. Societal breakdown would be expedited. Of course, very few slaves believe that collapse of empire is even possible. We are immune because we are "exceptional," they will say. In all honesty, no one will be immune when "the shit hits the fan." More later.
Monday, April 08, 2013
Lollygagging Lamentations
The resident culinary artist, inconsiderate fucktard bastard that he is, woke me up at 5:30am as usual with 30 minutes of banging around in the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) kitchen as he prepared one of his myriad "tastes like shit" concoctions. So, I have adapted, since I obviously cannot go back to sleep. Upon the fool's departure, I performed a few rudimentary chores: while running a load of laundry at 6:15am, I "baked" my sleeping bag in the clothes dryer and fumigated my squalid room.
At one point, though, I became so sickened by the ridiculous bedbug routine that I decided that the sleeping bag would have to go immediately (i.e., mummified). Let's face it, I am wasting far too much time on the damned bedbugs. From now on ... when in doubt, mummify!
Usual Hawa'i Kai visit. My bro embarked on a project to clear the plugged drain in the shower. Within a couple of hours, he had removed a portion of the outside wall and cut through a portion of the concrete foundation. Otherwise, nothing to report.
I procured a plastic mattress cover and borrowed a blanket from moms. So, when I returned to Slob Manor, I rolled up the sleeping bag and threw it in the bed of my truck. I then encapsulated the mattress with the plastic cover. All that remains are a sheet, two pillows, and a blanket.
Anyway, the waiting game continues with more "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic" activities. As one who is intimately acquainted with Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death," I am sure lollygagging away the time.
At one point, though, I became so sickened by the ridiculous bedbug routine that I decided that the sleeping bag would have to go immediately (i.e., mummified). Let's face it, I am wasting far too much time on the damned bedbugs. From now on ... when in doubt, mummify!
Usual Hawa'i Kai visit. My bro embarked on a project to clear the plugged drain in the shower. Within a couple of hours, he had removed a portion of the outside wall and cut through a portion of the concrete foundation. Otherwise, nothing to report.
I procured a plastic mattress cover and borrowed a blanket from moms. So, when I returned to Slob Manor, I rolled up the sleeping bag and threw it in the bed of my truck. I then encapsulated the mattress with the plastic cover. All that remains are a sheet, two pillows, and a blanket.
Anyway, the waiting game continues with more "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic" activities. As one who is intimately acquainted with Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death," I am sure lollygagging away the time.
Sunday, April 07, 2013
Bedbugs for Bonzo (Reprise)
The past few days have exemplified the frenetic mindset accompanying the chain of misery which was initiated by the bedbug crisis. The pace and sequence of remedies were compressed to the point of pure absurdity. The proforma exodus schedule did not specify any initiation point prior to the sale of the detestable "condotel" unit (circa April 19th). Hence the confusion and multiple failures.
This morning, I met up with my homeless buddy in town again at the usual spot, the fast food joint represented by a clown named "Jack." He always updates me about the homeless life. Not a pretty picture, I might add. Many of the homeless, even the ones in the Next Step homeless shelter, subsist like wild animals.
Otherwise, same ol' Sunday shit. No air conditioning at the gym, by the way. So, I donated my decrepit gym shoes to the locker room. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! And, I ate an extremely early dinner at my favorite sandwich shop before returning to the disgusting Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Before embarking upon my evening outing, I discovered three small in-line bites on my right shoulder. Bedbugs! Thus, I will be throwing out stuff and fumigating my squalid room again tomorrow morning. I was immediately cast into an extremely bad mood. So, I purchased a cheap, greasy "value menu" item at the fast food joint adjacent to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Then, I was off to the bookstore, my refuge from the bedbug-infested dump.
This morning, I met up with my homeless buddy in town again at the usual spot, the fast food joint represented by a clown named "Jack." He always updates me about the homeless life. Not a pretty picture, I might add. Many of the homeless, even the ones in the Next Step homeless shelter, subsist like wild animals.
Otherwise, same ol' Sunday shit. No air conditioning at the gym, by the way. So, I donated my decrepit gym shoes to the locker room. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! And, I ate an extremely early dinner at my favorite sandwich shop before returning to the disgusting Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Before embarking upon my evening outing, I discovered three small in-line bites on my right shoulder. Bedbugs! Thus, I will be throwing out stuff and fumigating my squalid room again tomorrow morning. I was immediately cast into an extremely bad mood. So, I purchased a cheap, greasy "value menu" item at the fast food joint adjacent to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Then, I was off to the bookstore, my refuge from the bedbug-infested dump.
Saturday, April 06, 2013
Vans® Salvation
This morning, I met up with my homeless buddy in town at the fast food joint represented by a clown named "Jack." I passed the big-ass "small" gym bag to him as a gift.
After coffee time, we rode the bus out to Costco® in Iwilei. I looked for the elusive wide-sized shoes. Nada. Then, my homeless buddy bought a big-ass pizza for us to feast upon. We both could not finish the whole thing. I had originally planned to celebrate (term used loosely) the sale of the detestable "condotel" unit with a pizza feast of my own, but I believe that I had my fill of the greasy entrée for at least a year.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. No need for dinner, though. I was still full by late afternoon. The new gym bag is, sadly, an even bigger failure than the last one. It is a "piece of shit." And, it is too huge to maneuver with on the bus. It does not fit properly in the gym locker either. The whole series of substitutions of my useless junk as a result of the bedbug infestation has led to a chain of misery.
My first stop during my evening outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was the Macy's® store. Without hesitation, I purchased a pair of Vans® canvas shoes ($55 not on sale), the very ones that I had been eyeing for months. Although there were no wide sizes available, the shoes were very comfortable.
Originally, my plan was to find a good general purpose pair of shoes that I could wear anytime as well as in the gym. Most of the athletic shoes have become hideous, almost gargoyle-like in design. Ultimately, I wanted to transition from wearing slippers (read: slippahs) all the time to only a couple of days per week at most. Obviously, that would also minimize the amount of time required to grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet with the trusty pumice stone. Well, the Vans® canvas shoes meets the objective perfectly.
Since money was literally flowing like water out of my pocket, I decided to treat myself to an expensive fruit smoothie at the bookstore's café as a dinner substitute. I only have one life to live (with very little remaining time), so I may as well enjoy it while I can. And, I must compensate for the dismal existence at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Molech, have mercy!
After coffee time, we rode the bus out to Costco® in Iwilei. I looked for the elusive wide-sized shoes. Nada. Then, my homeless buddy bought a big-ass pizza for us to feast upon. We both could not finish the whole thing. I had originally planned to celebrate (term used loosely) the sale of the detestable "condotel" unit with a pizza feast of my own, but I believe that I had my fill of the greasy entrée for at least a year.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. No need for dinner, though. I was still full by late afternoon. The new gym bag is, sadly, an even bigger failure than the last one. It is a "piece of shit." And, it is too huge to maneuver with on the bus. It does not fit properly in the gym locker either. The whole series of substitutions of my useless junk as a result of the bedbug infestation has led to a chain of misery.
My first stop during my evening outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was the Macy's® store. Without hesitation, I purchased a pair of Vans® canvas shoes ($55 not on sale), the very ones that I had been eyeing for months. Although there were no wide sizes available, the shoes were very comfortable.
Originally, my plan was to find a good general purpose pair of shoes that I could wear anytime as well as in the gym. Most of the athletic shoes have become hideous, almost gargoyle-like in design. Ultimately, I wanted to transition from wearing slippers (read: slippahs) all the time to only a couple of days per week at most. Obviously, that would also minimize the amount of time required to grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet with the trusty pumice stone. Well, the Vans® canvas shoes meets the objective perfectly.
Since money was literally flowing like water out of my pocket, I decided to treat myself to an expensive fruit smoothie at the bookstore's café as a dinner substitute. I only have one life to live (with very little remaining time), so I may as well enjoy it while I can. And, I must compensate for the dismal existence at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Molech, have mercy!
Friday, April 05, 2013
Reconnected Ad Nauseam V
Last night, I treated myself to a nice coffee drink while at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I was more than pleased to patronize the establishment since its free wireless Net service had saved the day (i.e., funds electronically transferred to local bank).
Well, as of now, there are two weeks left before the sale of the detestable "condotel" unit is completed. I have not heard otherwise from Debbie, my realtor, so I am assuming that there are no problems. Everything is at a standstill until then.
I am, however, continuing to perform minor divestitures in order to streamline my operation, whatever that means. There's no telling where I will end up after following the exodus roadmap. Incidentally, my homeless buddy has been extremely helpful in providing me with tips to increase my mobility.
I neglected to mention that Shirley had told that she is still interested in purchasing my truck, possibly toward the end of the year. I would be extremely pleased with such an arrangement because it would save me the hassle of selling it in the conventional manner. The conundrum, of course, is whether I would need another vehicle for one reason or another (e.g., homeless mobile home).
Of minor interest, I have been using a small note-taking "app," Google® Keep, to compose the "blog" offline when necessary (e.g., Net disconnection at a certain dump). In two weeks, I will essentially only need the Nexus 7 tablet computer for the "blog" anyway. And, maybe a couple of choice downloaded hurdy-gurdy video clips. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. I purchased yet another gym bag at Ross®. It's even bigger than the big-ass "small" gym bag. I give up already! Then, I discovered that the cheap Payless® gym shoes that I purchased as an emergency replacement last year is literally coming apart at the seams. The "piece of shit" will probably not make it through the weekend. I'm running out of money and idiotic expenses keep piling up.
When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I was asked by Alan to troubleshoot the wireless Net. I had it up and running in a couple of minutes. So, the dump is reconnected again.
I spent the first hour of my evening outing in search of new gym shoes at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) at Kahala. There are only two stores that carry shoes. Neither carried any wide sizes. I know that I am not the only slob with wide feet. What the fuck? Even Payless® carries wide sizes. Sheesh!
That's really the whole problem with being poor and destitute. I must settle for Third-World options. Crappy gym bags. Constricting gym shoes, or ones that fall apart in a few months. I am constantly reminded of my low social status, essentially the slave class. What a joke!
Well, as of now, there are two weeks left before the sale of the detestable "condotel" unit is completed. I have not heard otherwise from Debbie, my realtor, so I am assuming that there are no problems. Everything is at a standstill until then.
I am, however, continuing to perform minor divestitures in order to streamline my operation, whatever that means. There's no telling where I will end up after following the exodus roadmap. Incidentally, my homeless buddy has been extremely helpful in providing me with tips to increase my mobility.
I neglected to mention that Shirley had told that she is still interested in purchasing my truck, possibly toward the end of the year. I would be extremely pleased with such an arrangement because it would save me the hassle of selling it in the conventional manner. The conundrum, of course, is whether I would need another vehicle for one reason or another (e.g., homeless mobile home).
Of minor interest, I have been using a small note-taking "app," Google® Keep, to compose the "blog" offline when necessary (e.g., Net disconnection at a certain dump). In two weeks, I will essentially only need the Nexus 7 tablet computer for the "blog" anyway. And, maybe a couple of choice downloaded hurdy-gurdy video clips. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. I purchased yet another gym bag at Ross®. It's even bigger than the big-ass "small" gym bag. I give up already! Then, I discovered that the cheap Payless® gym shoes that I purchased as an emergency replacement last year is literally coming apart at the seams. The "piece of shit" will probably not make it through the weekend. I'm running out of money and idiotic expenses keep piling up.
When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I was asked by Alan to troubleshoot the wireless Net. I had it up and running in a couple of minutes. So, the dump is reconnected again.
I spent the first hour of my evening outing in search of new gym shoes at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) at Kahala. There are only two stores that carry shoes. Neither carried any wide sizes. I know that I am not the only slob with wide feet. What the fuck? Even Payless® carries wide sizes. Sheesh!
That's really the whole problem with being poor and destitute. I must settle for Third-World options. Crappy gym bags. Constricting gym shoes, or ones that fall apart in a few months. I am constantly reminded of my low social status, essentially the slave class. What a joke!
Thursday, April 04, 2013
Disconnected Ad Nauseum VIII
The implementation of the cheap reusable shopping bag as a gym bag replacement was, as to be expected, an utter failure. I just have too much stuff, even though the aforementioned stuff can barely fill half of the huge "small" gym bag. I will be giving the huge "small" gym bag to my homeless buddy nonetheless.
There just seems to be no end to the massive stupidity, eh? Every day, something even more stupid happens (e.g., bedbug infestation). My ability to circumnavigate those kinds of problems is apparently quite poor. My solutions, albeit simple, only seem to exacerbate the situation.
Of course, with a pressing need to transfer funds to my local bank (i.e., to make my last mortgage payment), I came to discover that the Net connection at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was down again. Yeah, disconnected. So, I had to perform the transaction when I was able to connect to the Net at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. As I stated, every day something stupid happens. That's why we spend most of our lives "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." Sheesh!
There just seems to be no end to the massive stupidity, eh? Every day, something even more stupid happens (e.g., bedbug infestation). My ability to circumnavigate those kinds of problems is apparently quite poor. My solutions, albeit simple, only seem to exacerbate the situation.
Of course, with a pressing need to transfer funds to my local bank (i.e., to make my last mortgage payment), I came to discover that the Net connection at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was down again. Yeah, disconnected. So, I had to perform the transaction when I was able to connect to the Net at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. As I stated, every day something stupid happens. That's why we spend most of our lives "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." Sheesh!
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Bedbug Boondoggle
My homeless buddy arrived rather late at the fast food joint represented by a clown named "Jack" in town. I was just about ready to leave. He had just purchased a can of bedbug pesticide at Longs®. He confirmed that there are bedbugs in the lockers at the gym. He also mentioned that he has actually seen bedbugs attached to the clothing of passengers on the bus. I quickly realized why I am experiencing repeated bedbug infestations.
My homeless buddy also expressed extreme aggravation with the bureaucracy that is handling his request for permanent subsidized housing. He has been on the waiting list for 12 years. When he checked on his status yesterday, he was told that he would have to submit a new application.
My homeless buddy is also fed up with the Next Step homeless shelter. He has tentatively decided to move out. He plans to live out of his minivan, once it has been completely repaired. Of course, I am somewhat interested in that option as well.
I purchased a new pair of board shorts at Ross® and a $1 reusable shopping bag at Long® before working out at the gym. Once I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) late this afternoon, I emptied my new gym bag outside and shook out whatever residue was inside. I then closed it up and put inside the cab of my truck. I will let it bake for a couple of days in the hot sun. That should kill any bedbugs hiding inside. The cheap reusable shopping bag will now suffice as my latest gym bag. Yeah, I will truly look like a homeless guy. Who cares?
I will be replacing my gym shorts with board shorts, since the latter provides less hiding areas for bedbugs. I will be purchasing at least two more pairs of board shorts. I am also planning to replace my cheap gym shoes with a lighter canvas model. The idiotic bedbug situation has really "forced my hand." More remedial action is slated.
From what I can discern, there is a bedbug epidemic, at least on the island of O'ahu. Very little information about the problem is available, which I find suspect. I believe that the poverty of news is deliberate in order to not affect the tourist industry. If people are riding the bus with bedbugs all over them, there must be an epidemic.
My homeless buddy also expressed extreme aggravation with the bureaucracy that is handling his request for permanent subsidized housing. He has been on the waiting list for 12 years. When he checked on his status yesterday, he was told that he would have to submit a new application.
My homeless buddy is also fed up with the Next Step homeless shelter. He has tentatively decided to move out. He plans to live out of his minivan, once it has been completely repaired. Of course, I am somewhat interested in that option as well.
I purchased a new pair of board shorts at Ross® and a $1 reusable shopping bag at Long® before working out at the gym. Once I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) late this afternoon, I emptied my new gym bag outside and shook out whatever residue was inside. I then closed it up and put inside the cab of my truck. I will let it bake for a couple of days in the hot sun. That should kill any bedbugs hiding inside. The cheap reusable shopping bag will now suffice as my latest gym bag. Yeah, I will truly look like a homeless guy. Who cares?
I will be replacing my gym shorts with board shorts, since the latter provides less hiding areas for bedbugs. I will be purchasing at least two more pairs of board shorts. I am also planning to replace my cheap gym shoes with a lighter canvas model. The idiotic bedbug situation has really "forced my hand." More remedial action is slated.
From what I can discern, there is a bedbug epidemic, at least on the island of O'ahu. Very little information about the problem is available, which I find suspect. I believe that the poverty of news is deliberate in order to not affect the tourist industry. If people are riding the bus with bedbugs all over them, there must be an epidemic.
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Bedbug Bakery Redux
I discovered three small in-line bite marks along my right knee this morning at the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The bedbugs are back! Well, the offspring of the now-deceased bedbugs have apparently spawned a whole new generation of the hideous blood-sucking varmints. Thus, my whole day was spent in preoccupation with my next plan to eradicate the pests. Yeah, more pesticides, more baking of my minimal bedding in the clothes dryer. If the fumigation fails again, I will discard the mattress, box spring, sleeping bag, and pillows at the end of the month.
Only a couple of the myriad bedbug bites have actually healed. The rest have produced hideous scar tissue that form the all-too-familiar pattern of bites. Yes, the scars will be with me for the remainder of my life.
I am now suspecting that I have been inadvertently transporting bedbugs from the lockers in the gym. There are quite a few homeless guys who are members of the gym. Some are there to workout. Others are there for the showers. And, a few of them are residents at the Next Step homeless shelter, which is infested with bedbugs. When they put their stuff in the lockers, the bedbugs probably "jump ship." Of course, anyone could be transporting bedbugs. So, I purchased a can of bedbug pesticide (on sale) at Longs® this afternoon. The shelf stock was dwindling. What does that tell you?
On a side note, I completed select chapters from the book, "The Particle at the End of the Universe: How the Hunt for the Higgs Boson Leads Us to the Edge of a New World," by Sean Carroll while lounging at the public library. Oh, that quantum physics stuff is beginning to give me the willies. Of particular interest is the area of quantum field theory, which apparently was not around when I attended the university. It's quite spooky, even spookier than the current string and m-theory. If I were not so perturbed, I would delineate further. Alas, I'll leave that for another time.
Only a couple of the myriad bedbug bites have actually healed. The rest have produced hideous scar tissue that form the all-too-familiar pattern of bites. Yes, the scars will be with me for the remainder of my life.
I am now suspecting that I have been inadvertently transporting bedbugs from the lockers in the gym. There are quite a few homeless guys who are members of the gym. Some are there to workout. Others are there for the showers. And, a few of them are residents at the Next Step homeless shelter, which is infested with bedbugs. When they put their stuff in the lockers, the bedbugs probably "jump ship." Of course, anyone could be transporting bedbugs. So, I purchased a can of bedbug pesticide (on sale) at Longs® this afternoon. The shelf stock was dwindling. What does that tell you?
On a side note, I completed select chapters from the book, "The Particle at the End of the Universe: How the Hunt for the Higgs Boson Leads Us to the Edge of a New World," by Sean Carroll while lounging at the public library. Oh, that quantum physics stuff is beginning to give me the willies. Of particular interest is the area of quantum field theory, which apparently was not around when I attended the university. It's quite spooky, even spookier than the current string and m-theory. If I were not so perturbed, I would delineate further. Alas, I'll leave that for another time.
Monday, April 01, 2013
April Fools Day 2013
There's no fool like an old fool. Does the ol' lavahead qualify? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Lots of chores awaited me when I arrived back at the horrid Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Details unnecessary. I also ran the sleeping bag and pillows in the clothes dryer on high heat in the hope of seeing a few baked bedbugs. No dice.
I am now making small purchases of necessities and utilitarian items with self-sufficiency in mind. Before making any purchase, I ask myself, "Will this enhance or burden my homeless experience?" Although I have not made a commitment to homelessness yet, I have made the latter an important consideration in all of my current decisions.
How about a few tidbits while we play the waiting game? My homeless buddy has acquired another part-time job. He will be working in the afternoon on weekdays. The extra money will allow him to purchase more gadgetry. Of course, he gives most of the stuff away as gifts.
Kevin, the burly homeless guy, is planning to move back to the mainland to be closer to family. He alleges that he comes from a wealthy background, and that he is due for a sizable inheritance. He plans to purchase a large yacht and sail it to the the South of France. If his share of the wealth is not so generous, he will settle for a one-way airplane ticket to Thailand.
The myriad scab-like growths on my deltoids, which I initially believed was skin cancer, are still there. There might be a slight improvement, albeit nearly undetectable. I have been applying the prescribed ointment religiously and exfoliating like crazy. The ointment has been bleaching my shirts, too. Perhaps another visit to the clinic is in order. Okay, eighteen days left in the waiting game.
I am now making small purchases of necessities and utilitarian items with self-sufficiency in mind. Before making any purchase, I ask myself, "Will this enhance or burden my homeless experience?" Although I have not made a commitment to homelessness yet, I have made the latter an important consideration in all of my current decisions.
How about a few tidbits while we play the waiting game? My homeless buddy has acquired another part-time job. He will be working in the afternoon on weekdays. The extra money will allow him to purchase more gadgetry. Of course, he gives most of the stuff away as gifts.
Kevin, the burly homeless guy, is planning to move back to the mainland to be closer to family. He alleges that he comes from a wealthy background, and that he is due for a sizable inheritance. He plans to purchase a large yacht and sail it to the the South of France. If his share of the wealth is not so generous, he will settle for a one-way airplane ticket to Thailand.
The myriad scab-like growths on my deltoids, which I initially believed was skin cancer, are still there. There might be a slight improvement, albeit nearly undetectable. I have been applying the prescribed ointment religiously and exfoliating like crazy. The ointment has been bleaching my shirts, too. Perhaps another visit to the clinic is in order. Okay, eighteen days left in the waiting game.
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