That time I slept on a couch in Riverwest.

Today is going to be Tuesday until the end of the day. I woke up at 03:00 today, and currently the time is 04:58. I went to bed pretty early, at like 19:30 or something. It works out well because then I can come up here to sb and get some work done. I am feeling a little anxious this morning. Sometimes that’s how it goes for me. I could choose to live a little differently. Actually, one of the things I plan to adopt with acquiring my own apartment is a better diet. I need to be preparing more of my own food. I mostly just eat food from my work, and that’s good and all, but it’s not what I want in the long run. I need to work harder in many aspects of my life. It’s crazzyyy how much goes into a well rounded life. I understand why all these ppl choose to live on the streets of San Francisco and lose their minds. Are you happy with life? These ppl are actually doing something about it! That’s how I feel about the homeless problem.

Doesn’t mean I am making the same choices as these homeless folks, I am just saying I understand where they are coming from.

One time, I got drunk with John Kowalske and at the end of the night I had him drop me off in Riverwest. I continued to drink there. At the end of the night I followed some dude I barely knew back to his apartment and fell asleep in his hallway [thanks for letting me in the door, bro]. The police woke me up at about 04:00 am. I sprang to life, lively as ever and told them shit was all good. After they informed me I had a warrant, and literally offered me a free ride to jail which I turned down, I somehow found a couch in an alley that I recognized from a friends house that had just moved out [not a lot of couches outside anyway, to to find a clean one was a miracle]. I fell asleep on this couch using the cushions as a blanket. It was 15 degrees.

To Be Continued…

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Starbucks to the Superbowl!

I am writing to you from the same Starbucks Reserve I was at the other day. Tourist vibes af over here, but that’s not the only way I can tell I’m in Fisherman’s Wharf. I also have a map. I like it here though, obviously, I have come back twice in a series of days. I originally went to Trieste, and Mike was working even. Seems that I run into that cat more and more often everyday. Alas, I decided not to stick around because there weren’t any available outlets, and I know that means I won’t get any work done [except for a little backwards writing]. Coming here felt like the move, so that is what I did. When I got here I scoped the area out, and then I sat. The other day I sat at a table near the bathrooms, but today I am near the front door. The outlets are plentiful here, which is how I am able to put faith in taking the bus ride over here. Soon though I will have my own place…in the city…and I am going to be one of those people that works someplace for a while and stays in the same place potentially even longer so that they can get things rolling in their life. I have come to realize that that is the best move for me. Traveling opens so many doors, but when you are in a city like San Francisco the world travels to you. So…here I am. Come and get me.

My scone is kinna wet. I think maybe it’s cuz they were thawing it out? Tastes almost exactly like my moms Christmas cookies. And I mean any day of the week, not just today. Scary. These things [and my moms cookies] can’t be good for me. Powdered sugar and milk. That’s all you gotta know. Some of you knew before I even said anything.

I remember why I took a month off though, every time I sit down to get any work done. It’s kind of like…I don’t get shit done, and I feel like it’s because I don’t have enough free time clumped together on my schedule, but…well…so then I took that month off work. It was a good month and all, but I didn’t get any work done! So obviously I have an issue I need to fix before I take anymore time off. This is one of the reasons I believe moving into the city with long term rental plansnwill be good for me. Even if it isn’t as soon as December 1st [although things are moving !quick!], moving into the city will allow for me much more time to get settled in and get relaxed. I could find a place I consider my home…and I could settle in there. That is so foreign to me, I literally can’t predict how it would change me. I need to change my attitude to a business attitude. I need to change my habits to those that will align with my long term goals. Where does writing this blog fit in? At times like this, I feel I am just writing it to distract from the real work I am supposed to be doing [I have hundreds of pages of this rambling unpublished], which is just writing for other blogs I have. It still feels very different; this blog, and running a blog that is associated with a business do not feel like the same animal. This one never took off…so I feel it isn’t a good idea to replicate what I do here. But it’s so hard! Is that what they call in writing “your voice,” because then it should be as easy as switching personalities…right? Meh. Anyway…I am going to switch to that other stuff now. ASMR. Bongs. SF Tourist Attractions. I have my lil business’ going on. Everybody asks me about Netflix and shit. I haven’t watched TV in such a long time yall. I am out of the loop. The one thing I want to watch but I never manage to catch it is the Packer games. I do know that we are kicking ass though. KICKING ASS!

Spark Twain.

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From the window I saw the hummingbirds sing, and they were singing about Starbucks

I am writing to you from Bob’s and the time is 15:56 on October 26th. It’s Halloween weekend, but I am not really feeling in the spirit. It’s kind of strange. I enjoy Halloween, without a doubt, but I didn’t find myself naturally diving into it this year. Or last year, really. I actually don’t recall, but I feel like it’s been years since I have gone out to Halloween parties and such as that. But I would love to throw them lol.

As of late I have been feeling quite out of it. The music at Bob’s is really bumping right now, and it’s got me thinking about how I need to focus on getting something done with my music. That is in addition to all of the other things I am doing.

I met up with Kalen today and we went to the Library, and then the Salesforce Park, and then we went to this restaurant called The Bird. The restaurant was pretty good. The line is always long, and it’s a different kind of crowd than I am used to dealing with. For that chicken though, I might deal with it again. Anyway; we talked about finding a place in the city we can rent, but we didn’t really get anywhere because the conclusion is that we can’t afford to live here, lol. We both have found a tailored-blessing, and I just can’t believe I took a month off work. So he has money to move, but when we talk about it, it is seeming like he is going to stay through his lease until April. I might stick around the city that long…

Remember last year when I went and looked into renting an office? I didn’t even know wtf I was doing, but now I know a little better, and I am thinking about looking into it again. I could just stay where I am at…and deal with it. I could get a bigger tent, I guess. That would be a fucking crazy move. In fact, I can’t actually picture me doing that. At that point I would probably buy a couch and just crash in my office. If I did my normal work day, and then I went to my office I could chill there until midnight. I bet after having both the office and the apartment for a month or two, I would figure out how to eliminate the apartment. This is especially true if I am successful with my entrepreneurial ventures. If I split the office with Kalen that would be a crazy thing. Ugh. It’s so over whelming thinking about staying in the city. I’ve been chewing on this bone for two years now. I am starting to think I should save up a quick 5k and head to a city when the pay-to-rent ratio is higher. I could go to Miami. Hmph. I could go to Hawaii! So many people I know have gone there…idk if I can handle it or not. I have often thought of going to LA and posting up there for…idk, until I get what I need accomplished, accomplished. I had Detroit on my mind for a while. It’s pretty close to “home” for me. Although Florida is also home for me, now, since my father lives down there.

I’m fucked. My computer screen is doing this flashy thing…I will need to get a new computer soon also. For now, I will go home and rest. The time is 16:26 from Bob’s, and the day is October 26th, 2019. Peace for now!

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The time is 20:03, still on October 26th, and I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in North Beach. I am having a reoccurring, sharp but soft pain in my lower stomach…I may or may not think I should go see a doctor about a plethora of stuff and I have been putting off, as I wait for medical insurance from my work…I kind of think it might not be the move since I want to work part time. How much is private medical insurance? It’s time for that hard learning curve that is life.

What if I start my own business and then supply medical insurance to myself through my business? Is that…easy? What if the business isn’t making a lot of money? I guess I would be funding it myself, right, but would it be cheaper than looking as a citizen with a regular job. I also have a weird development on my arm…it isn’t a mole…but it isn’t a pimple or a black head. It’s kind of this weird sore, and it makes me uncomfortable. A doctor is certainly required, and I am not sure when I will be seeing one. I often think about getting it done…but I mostly just write this blog.

It’s a really good view of my neighborhood from this window in front of me. If you have been to Happy Donuts you know which window I am talking about because I am at the outlet and there is only one of those. It’s hella weak, too. Like, people have complained about it being a weak plug before, and I just brushed it off, but know that I have come to use it often and I know it; the thing doesn’t charge my computer. It lets my machine get all the way to low battery, and then it simply stops it from dying. No charge though.

OKAY! So, I was just playing around on IG. I have five accounts,

  • @sparktwain
  • @thestonedheretic
  • @jack.kerouac.alley
  • @asmrisacommunity
  • @asmrapparelsf

I have certainly talked about this in my blog before. I am realizing that I need to be more attentive to these things. I am missing a lot of opportunities. It was the anniversary of Jack Kerouac’s death like eight days ago, or something, and I didn’t know about it! [I haven’t read anything by him yet except for the first 40 pages of On The Road] so of course I didn’t post anything on the ig.

I am planning to monetize all those listed. I want to, starting today, religiously put one post up everyday for @jack.kerouac.alley, @asmrisacommunity, and @thestonedheretic. I am debating whether I should set up an auto-post situation, or if I should just set an alarm/reminder to do this everyday when I get off work…I started doing this a little bit last week, but I have been slacking, and now I realize that if I am serious about this business stuff I need really get this kind of shit done. No excuses. I just gotta do it. I am going up to get a donut.

I got a cake donut with chocolate glaze and chocolate sprinkles. Moony dropped it back on the tray as he picked it up, and some of the stuff fell off, so he gave me the plug on it. Very nice of him. I keep coming back too, you know?

Is it like, totally obvious that I should go to Florida? I can live rent free at my fathers house and do all this setting up a room that I talk about and everything. I just…couldn’t legally smoke weed. And even if I had a med card, that would be a hard press. I want one of those big 50 gallon canvas pots for my pot. And keep it seasonal like @teamterpene.

I just sent an email about a studio apartment I want to rent. It would be really a chill thing if I could get into there. I could get helllla organized. I just had a daydream about selling my Venmo to Robert Plant. That’s big league stuff. It was a good day dream. I am thinking about getting another donut. We both know I will, lol. Anyway though, I sent an email about that studio, but honestly I am not in much of a position to move out because I took that month off, and now I don’t have any money. I could have been sitting pretty with a couple grand in the bank, but alas. So, I will get my money right again. That’s a given.

Two firetrucks just drove past me. I wonder where they are going. They had the sirens blaring and everything. Might really be a fire in North Beach! There was last year at Coit Liquor. My bus got rerouted that day.

What I should be doing is writing content for my other blogs. It’s crazy that I am getting these things going only after my time off. How long will I allow my life to keep up like that? This studio could be a game changer. I could actually get into a routine…stay in the city for a year or two. Maybe I would even get a job closer to my house…that would be crazy.

I just dropped a deuce, and then deuced it, and then smoked two bowls up on the steps, and then shot back down the hill and I am back in my spot at Happy Donuts. There was even this guy that was in my spot after I got out the restroom. He is kinna why I didn’t just smoked in front of the store, but then it was cold on the steps and I decided I still didn’t want to go home, so I came back here regardless of what was happening and then I got my spot back. I am sitting by the plug, and I am not even plugged in. My computer be acting weird sometimes. The machine just un-selected from my document page for…no reason? I can’t really tell.

The time is 22:02. Fuck. I guess I am going to keep looking for places to live. I keep thinking that if I had a better spot, then I could just go outside and smoke quick, and then come back inside and get a bunch of work done. Also, I need to have room to store shirts and stuff, and just get better organization going on in my life in general.

I just spent a long time looking at CL to no avail. Now I am going to reup on donuts and coffee, and then I am going to write a little bit about…whatever it is I write about. The time is 22:53

I got a glazed twist. Deadly. The time is now 22:58. I have eaten 1/3 of my twist now. The conclusion is that I should just stay in my apartment. In ten months I could make as much as 28k, while only paying 6k for rent. That would leave me with a lot of room to play. If I moved to my Dad’s with that kind of money, we would be talking serious biz. I should already be 5k in the game, but I am months away from that now. But combined with the Good Credit I plan to build, even just saving where I am at until February or March will give me a huge head start. In the mean time…maybe I really should consider renting an office space. Now I am going to surf CL for that…

Last year I actually viewed a couple of offices in the Embarcadero, and now that I work there…I am rethinking renting an office. I think some were as low as $400 a month. And really I think I could actually use the space. If I could find a tiny ass room for $400 I might snag it. Or something bigger for $700, perhaps I could share some of that burden with Kalen. It’s 11:11, make a wish.

Now it’s 23:12. You know the album 2112 by RUSH? Damn good album, that is. So I get the office space before I get the nice apartment. Could be a good time. I am thinking about Paul Kantner at the end of his life, and wondering “did he have a good time.” What do I want out of life? Will getting an office help me get there? Should I consider leaving the city for something better? But then I won’t be able to meet as many people, or make as much money [at a 9-5]. Should I get a second job? I kind of want to do that, but I told myself a long time ago to play the slow game, and from where I stand today, that still seems like the move. Playing the slow game…I am not so good at it by nature, but I need to adapt. I have faith in my abilities.

I am going to pull out my notebook and make a page for all my businesses that I can follow, so I know what I am going to do everyday, and what my goals are, and then I am going to use those sheets to help keep me motivated and figure out where to move.

Now I am thinking about traveling again. I could for instance go back to Vietnam, but anywhere I go, I need to have a very specific list of goals that I will achieve, and I will have a time frame in which I hope to achieve these goals. So I file taxes on Jan 22nd let’s say, and then maybe I get my return back by the end of February? So I could buy ticket to leave for someplace in March and I am pretty sure that would be a safe bet. Last year I was worried about not being back in time for tax season, but I made it. Man, my phone says it is charging rapidly, which means this outlet doesn’t suck like I thought it did. It’s been acting different I thought though, but like…could that typa shit really happen? Do we get more power cuz PG&E shut down half of California?

So if I can save some money… I mean, 2-4k is enough for Vietnam. And then I take off and go there I could spend a quick 8 weeks and just focus on what I need to focus on. It’s tough though, without drinking, because that’s what most people do is go out and drink [so I end up going to bed early a lot of nights]. I could go to Australia and get a work visa? That would be a crazy thing. I am not physically fit to work on a farm, and I can prove that. For now I guess I just keep working, and keep writing this blog, and move to posting on IG everyday with my ventures, and building some written content in other regards…by the time February comes around I could be in a busy schedule kinda mode, and then my only problem will be planning my return to the us. I could fly to my fathers house, that could be a thing. ON Top OF Alll of THISSS though is that I want to remain in a place where I can freely smoke weed and I don’t think I am comfortable enough in Vietnam to live there really…so I am wondering what it would be like to go to Maine or Michigan or something. Detroit could be my spot fam, I feel it right now. Show up there with 5k and some dreams. Make it work for myself. I should just…go, and prepare to do it alone, and execute hella well. If I move, I should move into an area of the US where I can settle into? Yes? Or should I not worry about that? So many options, and everything is so far away. March. I can easily shoot for March. I know. I just gotta work this out for the long haul.

The time is 12:27 now, and I am going to go back to my house and go to bed. After I smoked the last bowl I told myself I was going to come in and work on my WP sites, but it’s kind of frustrating because TSH is stuck on this one page. I am finally finding a use for short hand, the type of shit I see in other ppls writing. I can get down. I get older, and get more impatient…in some ways. More patient in others. So I go home and sleep…and then I wake up and it’s Sunday. I guess I need to just take the day and soak everything in. Things are looking up!

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I am writing to you from a Starbucks Reserve on Beach and Hyde streets in San Francisco. Quite a nice sb if you ask me; maybe the best one I’ve been to in the city. So I sent a couple of emails out last night about houses, and then I got one reply and hit them back today. And just now I sent an email to this girl at my work. She’s important. I also followed my work on ig, and I know I won’t regret that…but I do wonder if there will be any repercussions.

Literally about seven or eight women just walked past me and went into the bathroom behind me. Whoa. Talk about numbers! That was a while ago. I sat on my phone and typed out a huge message to my mom after that happened. The time is now 09:30. Wow, that’s actually the first time I’ve listed the time. I got here at like 08:40 or something like that, so I’ve been here for a while.

Okay. I should dive into my websites and stuff for a bit. I got so much on my plate. Time to feast!

Spark Twain

Ecstatic Dance, and a Sunrise Wedding!

I am writing to you from Caffe Trieste this morning, and I feel different than I did last time I wrote from this location. When I first arrived this morning there was a blond lady that emerged from a car right as I walked up. She was way over-dressed for coffee, and I would soon go on to find out that she was a wedding photographer. She was photographing Trieste because two people that met here are getting married, and I guess her photographs are going to be on display at the wedding. I also talked to the long-time locals about Paul Kantner this morning and was pleasantly surprised with the questions I got answered. Wow~ Things are really lively this morning! Lots of people. They picked up Mo for a 07:00am wedding! Idk if it’s the same one…probably, right?

I will get married someday. Kids. I want kids forsure. Right now though…I am looking to expand my horizons. I grow older everyday, and I am fine-tuning my taste for life more so with every turn of the dial. I am glad to be coming to Trieste, and I really am in love with San Francisco, and the people of the San Francisco Bay Area. I just…omg I want so much out of life! And now is fucking go-and-get-it-time. I want to do more of what I love. I want to play some rap shows. I want ladies to fuck me just so I will write about them. I want to travel the United States and meet glass-blowers so I can sell there work. I am a man with dreams!

Omg the time is 07:15 in the morning. I got here about 06:35am today. I smoked a bowl around 06:00, and then wandered around the neighborhood for a little bit, and then came up here. I got a doppio macchiato and a biscotti, but there was not biscotti, so I paid the difference and got a muffin. I finished the macchiato and I am a lil sweaty now lol. Baran poured me a hella strong one this morning, lol, I FEEL IT. I do.

So I was reading Regina Spektor’s Wikipedia page this morning, and it gave me a little bit of hope about building a following within a concentrated region, such as The Bay or New York; any metropolitan area would do. Whew, I am hella sweaty today lol. Strong Coffee is a kick in the butt sometimes. So idk what my move is today. Gonna have to wait out this crazy coffee high. I guess I was planning to write some long winded article about the philosophy of gaining popularity in the bay through different mediums…but meh, do I really need to talk about it? I should probably just do it [I’m gonna meet up with Kalen about it].

Oh my. So much to talk about, so little space to do it in. I went to my second ever Ecstatic Dance this week! It was really amazing. I went once with Shoshana, and Sal, and his wife, and couple other people back in Seattle, but then I went almost two years without going to another one until I went Wednesday night. I just danced by myself the whole time. It was nice to watch the other people dance how they did. Whew. The sweating has calmed down. I think my body just had to take it all in. Lots of cannabis, caffeine, and sugar, early in the morning. I can’t make me say it feels good, but…well maybe that’s all I can say, lol. I kind of have a headache now, but sometimes I think that’s just all in my head. Every person is different, and it sucks that my insides are turning out to be kind of weak. A couple years of binge drinking and a bad diet has done far more damage to me than many of the american men I have met throughout my life. All is well though, because I am living my best life; writing a blog, and traveling the world. Soon I will start performing at more hip-hop events, and that is something I have been wanting to do for a long time, and only recently have I realized that since I do have the confidence, and somehow I have the swagger, I can definitely get that rap shit done. I’m coming into the game with everything I need, forsure. I’m a recovered alcoholic. Yeah I don’t have any money, but that is on the way. For me, much like Jeezy, this shit is about respect. I love it when I walk up in a hostel and folks run up on my saying I’m the realest hostelite alive. I live for that shit.

Spark Twain.

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Yesterday I spent the whole day walking around with my computer, and today I will not make the same mistake. I am writing this to you from Union Street Coffee Roastary. I went to Trieste this morning at 07:00am, but they weren’t open yet! The regulars were waiting outside for one of my friends [they’re all my friends now] to show up. Well, I decided not to wait and I just hit to over here. Since I have been here I didn’t get too much done, but I did a little. I posted to for the first time, and now I am writing this…and then I will probably hit it and leave. I need to get it right, that’s all that I know. My capital is depleted, and so I am kind of starting from scratch. In the meantime though, updating the blog will be my “baby steps.” Have a good Sunday. Go Pack!

Spark Twain

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Some Lady Gave Me a FREE BANANA [right before I wrote this]

Have you guys ever heard me rap? I’m a helluva rapper, tbh, and I think it’s high time I monetize my skills. SO, I don’t even really know where to start. I am doing it for…myself, and for hip-hop. I am gonna make some music, and maybe it gets love and maybe it never reaches where it’s supposed to be, but I need to make it.

There is a lady in here with red hair talking about her business to some dude. Presumably he is a consultant, based on the type of information she is divulging. I am not sure what kind of money she makes, but…she just stated that she has a $400 expense she lists as a $500 expense, and right there sounds like…not a tightly run ship, to say the least. Meh. I sit here writing instead of working on opening my business. I just wrote the word minute instead of business. Sometimes I am confident I am losing it, and other times I just embrace that.

I need to get a good framework and business plan laid out, because I know there are people ready to invest in some of my projects, and I just have to be ready to accept the extra workload that comes with the growth. Finding a WordPress developer is my number one priority, and following that is content creation. Is this content creation? Yeah, I feel like at this point, putting any new content on my blog is a step in the write direction, since I spent so long producing so much, but posting so little.

I am writing to you from Union Street Coffee Roastary. I think the lady sitting next to me is never going to have a functioning business, at least not in the realm she is thinking of. If whatever she is talking about succeeds, it will be huge. She talks about Fiverr and Upwork as her competition [while editing I am now thinking this not to be true]. Whoa. Big stuff. I talk about YouTube as my main competition. For however I am not sure about that market yet. My expert referred me to Kravinglass as my largest competition. Recently I applied to work at a dispensary and if I get that job, I think it will lead to a lot of networking opportunities in that market. I am excited for the future. Rapping. Selling Glass. Supporting the ASMR Community. Helping people conquer their alcoholism/addiction issues. Writing my personal blog, and perhaps writing some books throughout my life. Things could be gooooood. Just gotta play my cards right. Gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away; know when to run.

Spark Twain

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Coca-Cola doesn’t make you vomit

The time is 02:02 in the morning and I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in North Beach. I am not sure if I want to order anything. I wonder what they would say if I didn’t order? I am in here very often. I bet one time would draw no response. If I started doing such on the regular though, that would be a different story. The neighborhood is surprisingly active tonight. It’s the 15th of October, 2019. and remember, it’s the middle of the night.

I just bought a doughnut. Chocolate raised glazed donut for me today. Good stuff. I still can’t get over how poppin it is at the donut shop! I guess…I’m here, so obviously that’s one person. Also, for the population density of the city this isn’t so bad. It’s surprisingly even spread, I think, throughout the city; plenty of things to do everywhere in San Francisco. Mmm, fresh donut *takes bite*. Nothing like a lil sugar suicide in the early, early morning. I went to bed at 19:00 for this. Well, actually, I went to bed at 20:00, maybe even a little later, simply because I couldn’t fall asleep and I am not used to the schedule. Then I woke up at 00:00 and 00:40, both times thinking it was later. So…yeah. Got out of bed at about 01:34, smoked on the Green Tortoise steps, and then came down here to Happy D’z. The plan really was to wake up at 03:00 and be at Starbucks by 03:30, but like I said, I am adjusting…[to the new schedule].

I am halfway through this doughnut, and damn, it’s so fresh and so greasy. Gotta love that grease! Dare I say, but, this donut “tastes like North Beach.” Did you know that Coca-Cola has a chemical in it that prevents you from vomiting? Consuming the amount of sugar in one sip of Coca-Cola would normally force you to vomit. Check into this; I highly suggest watching someone drink a Coke. What do you see that is similar between everyone? Now try it yourself. Shit is real out here in these streets. Coke is available everywhere, and so mf’s drinking it! Let’s not talk about how many doughnuts I eat though. Starting to worry I am going to look like a doughnut if I keep this up.

That mushy, oily-ass dough was so good. Maybe I should just go back to bed. You know, I knew I was going to find getting out of bed at 01:30 in the morning a bad decision, but I also thought it would be a bad decision to sit there and hold my phone above my head all night. I have this shoulder issue, so laying in bed, especially with my phone, is a totally different thing for me. Man, and I am sitting here thinking about how I don’t want to just keep writing because I will have to edit this all before I post it later, and I only have a finite amount of battery because I didn’t bring my charger [it’s heavy]. But if I am not writing, what do I do? I was going to buy coffee…but I would rather wait for Starbucks. OMG my screen just got less bright. Thank god! I didn’t even think to go in my settings and adjust it, but now that I realize it was possible, that seems so obvious. I did use the little adjusters built onto my keyboard-shortcuts but it only went down to a level I still didn’t think was dim enough. I’ve been hella giving up recently, and adjusting my screen brightness was just another thing I gave up on. But my computer had my back in this scenario. Props to HP.

There is this old guy in here who hella has to go to the bathroom, I can tell. He hasn’t spoken any English though so I don’t know his real thoughts on the issue. Him and a younger gentleman are talking. The younger gentleman is playing the lottery. Many people in here are playing the lottery. I am considering going outside to smoke weed? But not really though because I am waiting for Starbucks to open. Today is going to be kind of miserable at work because I only got like four and a half hours of sleep. Meh. My hope is that this will put me on the Proper sleep schedule, and soon my body will used to waking up at 03:00. The alternative would be waking up at 04:20 in the morning and going directly to work. I like having that extra time to work. Plus, I don’t really do shit at night time so going to bed at 19:00 is good for me, lol. I am highly considering getting a second job on the nights/weekends. Jo thinks I should try and work at a dispensary. Maybe I will do that…maybe I will fucking do that.

It’s only 02:48! I am just sitting here waiting for Starbucks to open! Seriously. Okay, I can’t write anymore, this is crazy; my computer is gonna die to so I gtg. Gonna play on my phone maybe. Peace!

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The time is 03:58 and I am now at Happy Donuts. Wait no, that’s a lie, I’m just on blitzkrieg. I’m at Starbucks! And I have a ole’ fashion glazed donut sitting in front of me. I didn’t know they sold those here. However, it is not impossible that I have eaten one and written about it before lol, because I am rather forgetful. Today however, I am feeling like it is my first time. This is a dense doughnut, that is forsure. I like it; definitely different than the ole fashion doughtnuts at the shops around here.

So I go to work in an hour and 25 minutes[ish]. I am excited. Not to go to work, but to get paid! And maybe I will end my cycle of misery this time and actually manage my money well. As we know, I just had the month off work where I spent most of my savings instead of using it to settle my debt, and that was…another unfortunate decision of my youth. No matter! I am thinking by December 29th I will have enough money to leave my job. But to what avail? Exactly! I must find a way to take that lump sum of money and turn it into an income.

I am feeling TIRED. I knew I would feel this way when I woke up at fucking 00:40 lol. Oh well. I am thinking todays struggle will result in tomorrows ideal schedule. I need to start chipping away slowly at things instead of trying to take things in one haul. I am getting better at this everyday, and the growth is exponential. It’s 04:19 in the morning right now. This is my life. The middle of the night is a strange new world accessible only to the modern human. I hang out here. I am tired here.


Spark Twain

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OKAY! Well my computer died while I was editing that, so one day’s writing has turned into two day’s writing. The time is 03:35 on October 16th, 2019, and I am at Starbucks. I am about to go order my “usual” doppio espresso and overnight oats. Think those are bad for you? Lots of milk? Ugh. Maybe…

I didn’t get a scone! But I also didn’t get overnight oats. I got the “Vegan Superberry Acai.” One of the sweet things about a popular place like Starbucks is: when I talk about a product or otherwise related matter to, say, Starbucks, you know exactly what I am talk about. Anyone reading this will have a chance to go into a Starbucks and check out the Vegan Super Berry Acai bowl, if they would like. I suppose it would be that my actual preference in Coffee Shop is Peets, but they are not open this early [that I am aware of].

I just started my Superberry. It’s pretty damn good, actually. Hella granola and coconut flakes though, and idk if Starbucks got the memo? But selling sugar is so 2013. I should write Starbucks on the matter…I guess I am not required to consume the granola with the Superberry portion of this dish, but I feel pretty much obligated to; the granola/coconut makes up nearly ¼ of the bowl!

The time is now 04:02 in the morning. I just spent some time talking to my friend Andre about life and shit. We met because he comes into Starbucks every morning around the same time I come in. The Superberry Bowl was pretty good! It was a little bitter, and I like that. It also felt healthy. More so than Overnight Oats, forsure. Hmm. Anyhow though…I guess I should edit this and get to posting it before I have to go to work in an hourish. The lady working at SB said that since it’s cold she’s going to have to start dealing with more…everyone. Ha. I get that shit. I should really get a second job…forreal. I think now is the time! Maybe I will go to this open interview at this dispensary later.

Spark Twain.

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