The time is 03:43 and I am writing to you from MBSB. I have started a new document because I have either 7, or 9 full articles to edit [two of them are untitled, so they could be blank. I didn’t open them, otherwise it bumps them to the top of the list, and I like my list in the order which it is], and so to be, even be as crude as, continuing the one from yesterday would be wrapping myself up into more work than I could manage [for thiz morning]. The day is December 30th. 


I am going to go stand outside the Chase Center tonight and, I think, get miracled into my first Dead and Company show. Pretty excited about that. Tomorrow my work closes early, but it won’t affect my schedule. It is also the last day of the year. I might go try and get miracled into the Dead and Co show that night also, but chances are I’ll film a video in North Beach instead. 


The holiday are officially over! I never called my mom. I really should. I’m thinking about you Mom! But I’m focused more on being able to go to Cancun with you, and stuff, which means I’m thinking, like, five years down the road. I don’t feel rude on the big picture, but I do feel rude not calling you at Christmas. In five years we can start our race away from the grave, while you occasionally help raise my kids; both when I need you, and when you’re bored. 


The holidays are over too quick. Is that every year? I feel good. Neigh, I feel great! Holy fiddlesticks, compared to how I felt in September I am a new person. You know what it was? The death of Spark Twain, and the birth of James Armstong.


Yesterday I bought three new websites: fromstarbucks.com, fromstarbucks.live, and starbucksthoughts.com [chances are I already wrote this yesterday, and so you may read about it twice]. 


With a schedule already so full how could I possibly decide to add more to it? I want it all, m***e*f*****s. I am finally taking that advice from Mark Cuban – “work like someone is trying to take it away from you” [I’m paraphrasing]. Plus Elon Musk’s advice to: “work 120 hours a week, that way, even if you are doing the same thing as someone working 40 hours, you will accomplish in four months, what they do in twelve,” [again, paraphrasing, and both I am just paraphrasing from some-thing! I saw on ig].


So! I posted about my schedule on ig last night. Only on my story though, so it’s not like you will be able to go back and look at it. I should have saved the text document, because it was intense to write out lol. Next month! Because I don’t think it would be a bad idea to post that schedule every month to help keep myself accountable.


As for my new project [an idea which came to me yesterday, and which I felt so passionate about I had to spring into action purchasing domains, and acquiring ig’s], I decided to cram it in on the weekly cycle vs the monthly cycle. On the weekends.


Every Saturday I will work on my new @fromstarbucks/fromstarbucks.com project, which is a compilation of other blogs written from Starbucks. I got the idea because I spend so much time writing from Starbucks, and I always tell yall when and which one! The @fromstarbucks project is to help promote the exchange of ideas, and we will all get along because we are bound together by the common belief: 

  • “Starbucks is a good place to get work done, both for the offerings, and the atmosphere. We always find one place in the restaurant to sit that we like, and we enjoy at least a couple items on the menu.”
    • The FromStarbucks Nucleus.

Maybe you write a tech blog, a blog in Hindi, or a stream of consciousness blog. Either way, welcome to the @fromstarbucks community. 


  • “We are, We.”
    • The FromStarbucks…Prayer lol.


Every Sunday I will work on my StarbucksThoughts blog, which is the same thing I do now, only with more direction, and scheduled. I will always write it from a Starbucks or Starbucks Reserve…and it will be appropriate for families. AYE! If you’ve got a problem with it, look into the history of that Jim Henson guy your parents like so much. js


The time is 04:22. 

The time is 04:33. I talked to Andre for a little bit when he sat down, says he spent the week in Sac. Then I went outside and did my thingy thing. I’m wavy now, baby. So wavy…so  w a v y…


fgvhbjnkm Monday? I’ve got to go the gym [actually, not today because: Dead & Co]. I divided my schedule into two cycles: a 31 day cycle, and a 7 day cycle. Last night I went through and put al my scheduled work into the calendar on my phone. I am scared as fuck to fail with a schedule this full, but you know what? I am just going to take it one month at a time, and before you know it, I’ll have room for even more. No thinking! Just doing! I did all my thinking the day I made the schedule. So this? MBSB 14 [I just burped up hella smoke in sb. my bad yall] will be one of the last rambles I babble up for the fucking year! Ha. I got lost halfway through that sentence, but I recovered. I still have it on the schedule to ramble, don’t worry. Every 1st and 22nd of the month. and next year, when I write something, I post it day of! 


See if I have the text from that schedule I typed out last night and only put on ig…I could just insert it here. I have the photo…


January Schedule, and a fortune that got stuck to my shoe.


Okay! It’s 04:38! I need to edit, and go to work for the first time in six days. wahhhhhhh I don’t wanna go. I just wanna blog! @fromstarbucks 😏.

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Barbary Coast, December 10th, 2019

I am writing to you from Barbary Coast Dispensary, and I have been coming here pretty much everyday after work for like a week now, and they have been letting me in straightaway, but today I felt the first sign of friction. Nothing bad to say about that. On the contrary, I am happy they aren’t just letting people in. However, I do wonder how long I will have to keep showing up before they remember me. Okay. Time to smoke. 


Bong rip = successful. I am a little sweaty today, but not much I can much do about that. Today, I deal. I thought about going home instead of coming here. I could have taken a shower and come back out, but that isn’t how it went down lol. I decided to just come right on over. Good choice, I think. Yesterday I met Kalen, but I doubt he is going to rove through today. In fact, since I am thinking about going home to shower anyway, I will let him chill. Idk what it is with today, but anxiety is here. Probably when I get home and shower I won’t even come back out. Just stay in for the night. 


Holy shit I am supposed to do laundry. Lameee if I had thought about that I would have just gone home. I need a better way to keep track of my daily tasks. I just do it all in my head, and that’s not going well for me. Seriously. Okay. Well, I’m gonna puff another bowl and then hit the road. The time is 14:41 on December 10th, 2019. Peace from Barbary Coast. 

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Starbucks Reserve 2

All over San Francisco I see these billboards that say “defy agism,” or something like that. At first I thought they were stupid, but now I am starting to get the point. I have been feeling my age. I am only 27! I have some issues with my body [broken shoulder, aches+pains] that maybe don’t make my life symmetrical that of a normal 27 y/o, but still I am young, there is no denying this. My grandfather has called 50 a “young age!” Everything is relative. 


The internet is fucking complicated. I want so badly to be integrated with it. I think Elon has a solution to this fomo I speak of. To not know everything, is to know nothing. Welcome to the year 2020.


It’s not actually 2020 yet. The day is Christmas Eve! 2019, and the time is 10:29. Today was a little more exciting than expected, because Jo brought me some bread. She messaged me and telling me ‘merry christmas eve,’ and asked if I wanted a loaf of bread. Is it weird that, pretty much, the only thing I was thinking about from the time she messaged me until the time she left was sex? The answer is yes. I am obviously very attracted to Jo, but I would have rather been thinking of something else. The thought of sex makes decision making difficult. When I broke up with Jo in October I really had it on my mind to never see her again. It’s hard to stop talking to someone you don’t have any problems with, you know? But obviously I have my reasons. I was not a good idea for me to accept this bread from Jo this morning. I’m going to eat it, I guess. It’s going to be good bread. But it’s going to make me very sad I think, and I don’t like feeling sad. I’m sad enough as it is. I need to do what is healthy for me, which means the only thing I need to do right now it meet new people. In the year 2020, I will be more aggressive to get the things that I want. 


I walked with Jo all the way to the BART station, and before she left I hugged her for a very long time. I didn’t feel good about it afterwards. I was, again, only doing what would make me feel good. I guess I don’t think she wanted to hug me. But then why did she bring me bread? It doesn’t matter. I’m spending too much time thinking about it. Most of the stuff I write like this, I delete straight away, because I literally don’t wanna think about it. 


The death of my progression has probably been my apartment. Still, I will continue to work around my apartment, instead of addressing the situation head on.


I feel a little better. Maybe it’s this coffee??? I am currently at Starbucks on Main and Mission. I went to El Faro after I left the BART station. Burrito for breakfast wasn’t a good idea, in hindsight. I ate a chicken, black bean, rice, and guacamole burrito, and when she asked if I wanted it spicy I said “ys,” and when she asked if I wanted a wet burrito I said ‘yes.” I paid $8.73. Good price. I stayed at El Faro while I ate, and I enjoyed my meal thoroughly. They must use good ingredients. That was my second time eating their food. Pretty sure I ate in the building both times…


Afterwards I walked to this Starbucks because they sell the reserve goods here. I be on dat goodgood nowadays. 


My arm has been having a weird twitch in it all morning. Carrying this backpack around with me is almost certainly not a good thing, and I do it everyday. My right hand often has a discomfort while I write. It’s not debilitating, but it’s not fun either. My right ring finger that feels tight. sxedrftgybhnumjik eye get a little squeamish writing about this right stuff, but once it’s out there, I won’t have problems with it’s existence. Maybe my arm feels weird because I slept on my side last night? Can you imagine a life of only sleeping on your back? For the rest of your life? That’s my situation. Sleeping on my side is certainly not good for me. 


The time is 11:08. I am going to finish this espresso and wander around the city. I need to be ready to 2020. I got about a week. [the time is 11:28 and I finished editing. That wasn’t so hard! I need to be more rapid with my postings. I wrote like 3 pages this week, and I have yet to edit them. I may never! Once the moment is gone I feel so meh about posting that stuff. A lot of the writing was about Miss Ambigram]


Spark Twain

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Cashmere Thought

I gotta turnt this shit called life uppp. It’s December 22nd. Several people I know have their last day of work today.

Boy oh boy…I thought it would be as easy as getting a blog, becoming the best communicator, and telling you my story. The story is still in session! but that’s not the only reason I am having a problem telling it. There is just so much to say. When one writes a book…they have the opportunity to do a better thing than I am doing with this blog, and for that reason I know my first book is coming soon. My life feels like it doesn’t fit me right now. I am much bigger than my body is giving me credit for, yet I appear smaller than the work I put in, at least these days. Soon things will equalize. I spend so much time thinking about women! and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t like it. Just ran across this red-headed vegan girl on ig. She took a photo outside Trieste and so I just followed that back to her profile, and within seconds I get that whiff of youth; something I missed, drinking, drinking away the days and nights. I learned a lot…but not about the same things as everyone else. Sure, my money is going to be right, but will I live to slide around LA with a lover, cloaked by the innocent guise of youth? Probably not. Eh. Maybe, actually. Have you ever heard of Neil Cassidy? lol [and let’s get real, I’m only 27].

I am thinking of wrapping things up here and walking to Starbucks…yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. AND when I get there I am going to publish this and then do some more writing and then do some more publishing. I’m a little nervous. I write about so many girls…I am starting to worry i’m going to end up fucking up the possiblity of love with my lust-spam. Nevertheless, I must do what I must do. I walk like a pimp, talk like a mac. I’m not sorry. 

Spark Twain

P.S. the time is 5:22 in the morning and I am writing this to you via talk-to-text in the break room of my work. It is the day before Christmas Eve. I meant to post this, and I do not know how I failed. None the less you receive it today. And I have the next 6 days off work so expect to receive a lot more. I am realizing how important it is to publish my writing, rather than simply writing a lot. That’s 2020 vision.

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Happy Friday the 13th! I’m coming at you live from the Montgomery Block Starbucks. I named this location as such because it’s across the street from what was [among many things] the tallest building west of the Mississippi river [at the time of it’s construction]. That building was called The Montgomery Block, and so this is The Montgomery Block Starbucks Series, by Spark Twain. I abbreviate the name to MBSB. It’s kind of strange how  MBSB13 is aligning with this here friday the 13th, but nevertheless we move forward and chalk up the ironidactyl win. That’s the kind of irony you probably thought was extinct, but no longer. You’re Welcome. 


Today is the second time I have forgotten my keys. I was also late one day this week…I believe it was Wednesday. Having an off week, it would be. None the matter. I fuck round and catch a cold on these mf’s. I cold catch a fish and throw it back in the ocean and then jump in after it, make like a possessed mer-man, hunt that mf down, and eat it in the water how a shark does business. You want a piece of me? Nobo.

-Other Chris


I really did forget my keys though. So I messaged one of my newly promoted superiors informing them of the situation, and the fact is that I just have to show up late today. The fact that it’s the second time this week is a little meh. 


My keyboard just stopped working for a little bit. Situation was weird, but it was definitely user error. I’m sitting here thinking about stuff I don’t want to think about. The girl. Idk why. It’s about to be Christmas and I’m probably gonna spend that shit by myself, quite probably at a Starbucks. If they are open. I think they are open, at least some of them. 


Just got myself a dbl pour and three scones [the tiny ones]! I’m in for a helluva day now! Weewhoooo! I spent the first part of my morning chatting it up with one of the gents that attends MBSB in the mornings. He is here with more consistency than I. Christmas music is in full effect! and they have Elton on the radio! I do not know this song, but Elton John quickly became one of my favorite artists when I started listening to him back in like…2016? and so I will forever recognize him. It’s kind of strange, but I believe I type faster when I am not looking at the screen. Sometimes you might walk up on me and I am just typing away, lookin’ like Stevie Wonder and shit. Anyway. Big J, as we will call him, and myself, we talked about the homeless problem for a while. He tells me that things are the worst he has seen them in all his 20-something years here. [Everytime I think I am late for something, I am actually just on time.] San Francisco is one of the most expensive cities in the world, but once Kalen and I wipe the dirt off this peninsula folks are going to flock to it more than they do Singapore! Forty-Nine square miles of roads with no cars, and small businesses everywhere. Everyone isl making their money online, and you are only there to see the buildings which we occupy. Maybe, maybe you can catch a glimpse of the Woman herself. I’m looking for that girl


“Oh my husband? He stays home with the kids and god-forbid does he imbibe in the devils lettuce, but if he ain’t just a doll, Mary you just must meet him. Big charmer though, if you know what I mean [winking]. He’s going to try and take us both for a ride!”


My lady probably won’t tell her friends she married a loser by saying “he imbibes in the devils lettuce.” My girl…she is going to be way more chill than that. OKAY! The time is 05:21 on December 13th 2019 here at MBSB. I am supposed to be working soon! AHH! But my lack of keys gives me time to edit. 


Okay, all edited up! The time is 05:37. Time to zip to the office! Peace!


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Did I tell you about this girl I sat next to on the bus this weekend? I don’t recall her getting on the bus, but I do remember the first time I saw her calves. She was wearing some skin tight Lulu’s and a grey New Balance. She doesn’t have to go to Starbucks for me to like her, especially if she rides Muni, and when you get on the back door with a body like that I’m going to sit down next to you. I have done this only a handful of times in my life. Maybe ten. Ten times I have sat down next to a girl on the bus and talked to her.


At first I was just hoping she would get off at the same stop as me, but too many times in my life have I watched a girl walk away, and for two days after thought “damn! I should’ve talked to that girl.” Eventually I realized there was nothing wrong with taking my only chance I’ll ever get to talk to this woman, and on the contrary everything felt right about it. I had already filmed a video that morning talking about how the pockets of my new raincoat filled with water when it rained the previous day. So I got up, switched seats so I was positioned to her left side. I bumped into her presumably large butt on the way down, and that was as good as things ever got for me. I said “How long have you had that jacket? I just bought mine, and when it rained last night the pockets filled with water.” 


The fact that I don’t remember what she said, makes me think I wasn’t approaching the situation right in the first place. Either way, she shut me down immediately. She answered my question politely, but continued to look away from me after initial eye contact [she looked toward the front of the bus at 45 degrees all ride, and I was seated to her other 45]. Several chinese ladies were staring at us. I said something neutral, that I thought was polite, like “Well, Thanks. Have a nice day.” Then I moved back to my original seat for 10 seconds before the bus stopped at Union Street and I made a split decision to get off the bus. Crossing the street in front of the bus, I pulled out my selfie stick and began to film. Video will be on the Spark Twain YT channel eventually.

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Grande Green Tea Oat Milk Matcha Latte ii

Welcome to Grande Green Tea Oat Milk Matcha Latte no.2, and I just love the way that rolls off the tongue. Many people, especially those close to me, might think I am making fun of your ‘typical’ Starbucks girl. This is not true. On the contrary, it may be that I meet my wife at a Starbucks lol. Everybody knows that beautiful women frequent Starbucks. They slanging sugar. I’m slangin words. What chu got? 


The lady plugged me on a really big espresso this morning. Today, I write to you from behind the Matcha Mask. Which starbucks am I at? The world will only know if I privy them to that information. It has recently occurred to me that, as I continue to put words out into the ether, I am more likely to accumulate stalkers than I am casual readers. I would be an easy one to stalk, I think. But hard to kill, and ever harder to swallow. 


I would never make fun of people’s personalized drinks from Starbucks. On the contrary, I believe the grande-green-tea-oat-milk-matcha-latte phenomenon [which would have happened eventually with, or without the corporation of Starbucks] is what draws a distinct fucking line between us and the beasts of burden. If you think Starbucks ladies are basic bitches…just try accepting one into your life, and I bet you will suddenly have more money and better financial management skills. Just try this one for me, please.


What about the long run though? Won’t this degrade the quality of humanity by consuming so much processed sugar? Well, I am hoping that instead of processed sugars making us all stupider, our bodies evolve to use “added sugar” as some-sort of hyper-fuel so we can keep up with the inevitable robots. 


The time is 07:50, somewhere in that great City By The Bay. Now it’s 07:51. I got to this Starbucks right after it opened, and so I’ve been here over two hours at this point. The urge to build my ego has become overwhelming, and I will give into the urge soon. I need to record more review videos, and I don’t know how I ended up the man for the job, but I am. AKSDGFER I am going to call Kalen. He probably won’t have much for me. But I am moving in so many directions at once, I need to find a way to chill. I will continue this soon. and I am supposed to be writing asmr articles!


So Kalen didn’t answer. Now what! I am sitting here like whoa. I need to just write a couple of articles and move on. I also want to film some more review videos, and I need to find out how to make sure I can monetize them. Thirdly must start attending more events, so I can build my Spark Twain persona. I would love to host some televised cannabis events in the future. 


Those are all the things? I think. Maybe there are more things. I am a little cold in sb right now, but I think it’s coming from within lol. Gonna take a leak and throw the hoodie on. brb. 08:01.


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Whoa. Doin the time warp like Rocky Horror Picture Show. The time is 17:48 the next day. I don’t know what I did immediately after I took that leak, but I ended up talking to my father on the phone for three hours. So, that took up most of my Sunday. I eventually went on to write another asmr of the day article, but I don’t think I will do it again tonight. Eventually I would like to bring the community a video of the day, everyday… but I feel so obligated to write a blog post with each offering, and I just cant dedicate the time for that right now. 


I’m drinking milk. The red one, which is Vitamin D milk. HA;; and I am watching on the news [I love coming into Bob’s at 18:00 and catching the news with Gary], and the mayor of Fairfax is talking about how the public works department painted a white line on the shoulder of an old road, and this was to make the road look thinner so traffic would be more careful?…but it kind of looks like a one way street now, even though it’s not plus, the fucking mayor lives on the road, and the public works department didn’t notify her before they did this! Awesome! I bet they are sitting right now like fuuuuuu, cuz they made the local news lolol. Ohhh and there’s a hazmat suit situation in Emeryville. They said there could be some water contamination? But it was a short segment, they didn’t seem that worried.


I decided to come out because I wanted to get some work done, and you know what? I really just feel like writing a bit for my Spark Twain stuff. I wish I would have been posting last year, while I was working at MAC’D, but I wasn’t. I have lottss of writing built up from that, but I have to edit a lot of it too. There are some things I will have to delete forever, like when I wondering aloud if ******* 


but then, as he was writing, someone said the word “Wisconsin.”

I just met a woman named bernadette, one of 15 owners of Stud, a gay bar on 9th and Harrison. She said I should swing by and give her a visit. So I am definitely going to do that. We met because…well we met because The News was talking about how the student enrollment in a certain school in Palo Alto dropped 60% this year because the housing prices have jetted so high, and then the kid behind the counter at Bob’s was like “this is why I want to move to Wisconsin,” and I was like “I’m from Wisconsin, why do you want to go there?” and he said “ I want to be one of those people who pick up dead bodies. You get paid for every dead body you pick up. They give you like $100 per body. Milwaukee has the most. Chicago has the second most.” and I was like “Wow man, I’m from Milwaukee,” and then before he could say anything, a women in a motorcycle outfit turned to me and asked “You’re from Milwaukee? I went to college there.” The rest you will have to wait until the book to find out. That bit will make for a good story. I have so many good stories. So many I have forgotten… as is life. Anyway. Guess I’mma go to STUD first and Mecca second. 


The time is 18:19 on December 9th, and I am writing to you from Bob’s Donuts. My feet kind of hurt, and I am feeling quite out of it. I need to get back in the zone. I used to work at a place in the zone. Now I am full of sugar sitting on Polk street thinkin about how I should have just gone straight home. I can wake up at 03:00 and do my lil writing in the morning. Casey leaves next week to go home, on Wednesday, so I’ll be on my lonesome thru and after Christmas. I don’t know what I will do. I wish I had a nice lady to chill with, but I am too picky to just pull one out of the crowd before then. I gotta meet the right person, I can’t be fake about that shit. Sometimes wish I could be. 


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