MBSB 2

Have you ever read the poem about the Purple Cow? I am eating the Purple Bowl right now. Plus I smoked a bowl of purp for breakfast. The time is 03:42 and I am writing to you from mbsb. I feel beautiful today! Earlier I was thinking all sorts of things I was going to write. When you walk into a room do you get the feeling that everyone is looking at you? I don’t always get that feeling, but when I do, I usually don’t handle the situation with confidence. However there may be adjustments happening in my subconscious, as I am growing to embrace the phenomenon. I am going to sell these people things.

The time is 03:55. I took a little break and spent some time playing around on my phone. I am going to get hella stars from the Starbucks app. I spend about $8 everyday. Pretty soon I’ll be getting a free espresso every time. I can probably use the app abroad too, so if I am traveling in India I won’t have to suffer the crazy prices. Starbucks is the same price in India, but when everything else is cheaper It’s like…whoa. It’s a crazy thing. I still wonder how much those people make.

So I was laying in my bed last night, just thinking about stuff, and I came to the conclusion that I would very much enjoy falling in love with someone beautiful. “Don’t we all want to love someone beautiful?” That was the thought that crossed my mind. I just got out of two long relationships. It’s actually quite fitting for the blog, because before I met Danae I was single for years and years. I just did drugs and drank all the time, and the few friends I did have scattered away from me. I have always been too intense, wielding both good and bad intentions. Since I have started writing this blog however, I have occurred two significant relationships, and it’s all available to read. My ig and yt are two testaments to my life before this blog. Have you ever seen those freestyle rap videos I recorded? Haha. The behind the scenes of that shit is crazy. Omg I have so many stories to tell, but it’s like…I might want some more security before I start telling yall about the prehistoric times. Small bits are available…we are close to the days. I see it now; sitting in Vietnam with a fat joint of that camtiva, sitting on My Khe beach rewriting the story of the first murderer I ever knew. I’d have to start with a light one, ya know?

I just texted my Mom. I said “I hope you’re having a good November. I’m at Starbucks getting some writing done before work.” I didn’t really know what to say, but I should text my mom every once and a while, right?

I can’t believe I drank coffee again today lol. I am really trying to be vigilant about my caffeine intake. Some days I can drink an espresso and be totally fine. Monday was fine! So I have been telling myself that maybe it’s only the sugar. The refined sugar, right? I mean I need to take care of myself in so many ways, I don’t see how it could possibly be one single act of maintenance or vigilance that helps me. Basically…I feel stuck, and I talk through my problems on this blog, and right now the problem is that it feels as if I am coming across all the hurdles at once. I need to exercise more, eat better, and develop consistency. I want a large living space. I want to be 10% more social, lol. I want more affluent friends. I want someone to love as much as I love myself. The time is 04:54 and I just finished editing this bad-boy. Now I am going into work. Peace!

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

Day 23 In Da Nang…The Final Morning

For the final time I am writing to you from Factory 43 Coffee. The time is 09:10 and I am sitting right under the air conditioner in the upstairs of the building. I am a little cold. Soon will arrive a cappuccino and a croissant that I ordered. If I am not mistaken this is the first time I have tried the cappuccino here. I almost got a brownie, but I am sure there will be plenty of brownies in Saigon; I arrive at 05:00 in the morning tomorrow.

This guy I met in Ha Noi, did I tell you about Will? Well he is trying to come to Saigon too. We discussed many different plans last night, but I think I am just going to make him come to the train station with me, and hopefully there is a ticket available so he can get on the train. If there isn’t, maybe he can get a ticket for later in the day, and then he can just go cool in the large part of Da Nang until his train leaves. I looked up the refund situation online, and it doesn’t seem easy to change trains or get a refund. If I could switch my train to a later train and ride with Will, that’s probably what I would do, but I can’t lose the $40 I already paid.

The time is now 09:19. Really I shouldn’t kill too much time here. I probably should hit an ATM and buy some snacks for the train and shit like that. Apparently I could have paid by credit card for my ticket! I should have totally done that. Talk about a fail. Now I am talking about going to the ATM again. Lame. Plus Will has to hit the ATM and pay for his room before I can even get him to come to the train station. Yeah. I should just kill this cappuccino and dip outta here. The cappuccino is good! It’s a little milky for my tastes, but certainly it’s better than most that I’ve drank[I hadn’t really drank cappuccino’s before I left America]. Okay…here I go! I only just arrived at this cafe, and I haven’t done much…but that’s okay. I’m going to edit, post, and leave. Peace.

Chris

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Day 18, Morning

I am literally waiting for my website to load so I can post my writing from yesterday titled: Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity. I actually just made that title up right now, but I am going to move forward with it when the website loads, lol. Ferocity…it’s what I quest. To be ferocious about life in 2019 is to be exiled from the past. The future is here! I don’t know how much different shit is going to get, but I know it’s going to change fast, and everyday.

I was talking to this guy staying in my room at the hostel, Chris, and he is a nice, tall, lanky white guy from South Africa. For those of you that know Sacsha at the Green Tortoise in Seattle, this gentleman kind of reminds me of him…in a way. Carefree about life, but also very hardworking. I know Chris is in town to teach English, and he told me he works six days a week.

Last night I asked Chris, seemingly out of the blue, if he had ever owned any businesses. He told me yes, he had owned 2 businesses and been partnered in a restaurant. We talked for some time about his past in business, and then I whittled my t-shirt idea right there in the air in front of him. I think he liked it. He told me I had a good idea. He also told me to make a budget, and to work hard, and to never give up. I gathered that his father might have some money, but that also means his father could have taught him a few things. I listened to what Chris had to say and I took it all in. It’s interesting to meet the many individuals from across the globe that come to Da Nang, but Chris turned out to be especially cool.

There’s a tiny dog across the street taking a poop. That dog seems to enjoy pooping over there, I saw the dog do it alone last night…but now I see it these people working at the hostel that just leave the shit in the middle of the sidewalk! Ha! It’s crazy now that I’m really thinking about it. She just watched this dog take a shit on the sidewalk, and now she and the dog are walking back into the hostel. I almost step in that tiny shit everyday! I never put it together until just now that that shit is this tiny dog’s tiny shit! Wow…I am staying at the most savage hostel in the neighborhood. I respect, but I can’t say I would do the same.

The time is 07:44 in the morning here in Da Nang, and I am stizzoned like usual. I have been getting lifted everyday here and it’s…pretty lit, I can’t even lie about it. Da Nang is my favorite place I’ve been on this journey, and it’s pretty damn westernized where I am at [am I a wimpy traveler?]. I live by mostly western style restaurants. Like Factory 43 Coffee that I am probably going to go to in 20ish? minutes. That shit would not survive in Laos. Not even in the capitol city I don’t think. Vientiane was large, supporting a lot of people, and there was  Common Grounds coffee shop there which was really good, and really turned out to be one of the best cafe’s I’ve been to on this trip. 43 Factory is maybe the most modern place I have been though. It’s got to be only months old, it’s so damn clean in there. It’s in a less dense area of the city than downtown too.

I can get so much writing done in one day…I will have written a whole page in just a moment here, and I’ve been writing for about 45 minutes. Do I really like writing? If I do then I need to do it more often, but with more focus. I need to write about asmr! See I should post this article, then write some asmr content, and then I could even write a second post later. I could have that all accomplished by noon, forsure. Editing takes a while I guess, and with these post’s I’m just fucking rambling, but with the asmr content, my focus is more exact. I can’t lie, I actually did write my first piece of content yesterday: My Top 3 ASMR Videos To Wake Up To. Is that a good title? Too cheesy? I am trying to produce highly-edible, easily digestible content, that still carries weight as merit is there. I will produce a few more articles and then see what I think about posting them. I could post the content on hoz to see how it looks. I need a program that I can layout a blog post on. Right now I just use word and then the editor within WordPress. The WP editor is generic, I would say. Plus, I am just editing words. Like now.

Chris

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Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity.

I just got my Burundi Espresso at 43 Factory Coffee, and either I just love espresso, or I love this Burundi espresso. I haven’t drank very much espresso in my life. Damn this place is nice, and even the outfits they wear are hella flattering. The girl at the counter gave me 15% off on my espresso this time and I feel real good about it. This is the second time I’ve come here today, but damn it’s just so good I can’t stay away! Okay…it’s not like that good, but the atmosphere is nice, and they have air conditioning, which is the victory maker. Don’t tell anyone but I brought Oreo’s with me today…and I plan to eat them at this coffee shop! Should be interesting. I don’t know if I am allowed to eat other food in here. In most establishments out here no one is bothered; if you’re spending money it’s not a problem that you’ve brought items with you. This place I’m at right now though is high class. Okay. I just took my first bite of Oreo. It’s strawberry flavor, what you got to say about that?

I wrote a long letter to Kalen today talking about possible business prospects. I didn’t send it, and in fact when I am supposed to be editing it and finishing it, I am writing this. Damn this espresso is so good…anyway. I think I know what to do in regards to money…I need to save some money, to invest some money lol. I wonder what kind of money I’ll really be able to save in SF [I talked to Kalen and he believes he can save $1000 a month, and his room is a buck too]. It could be substantial, but I also don’t want to work myself to death. However I also think now is the time to start this business, and so I will have my cake, and sell it too.

I suppose my tax money would be a viable source, except that MAC’D has not given me my tax documents [UPDATE! My tax docs are here!]. I should actually double check on that again. Although I will be back 3 days before tax day, so I might be able to get it sorted. I’m going to end up eating all these Oreos. Okay. The atm was out of money today, so I’m just chillin…I can only go places where card is excepted. Okay! I am going to look up about my MAC’D tax docs, and I am going to edit that letter to Kalen…then edit this, and post and send…and then hopefully get some real work done! [I sent the letter, but it’s 07:21 on the 18th, and I am only now finished editing this article].

Chris.

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Days 6, 7, and 8!

There are many things I can do with my afternoon. Today, I went out to lunch twice, the second time the result of a brownie blunder. Now I am sitting at the hostel bar eating bananas. Life is good. The only question I can’t seem to answer is: What’s Next?

The English teaching demo turned out to just be an interview. I was disappointed in that, but also quite relieved. Sitting here now, I can’t even imagine a universe in which I taught that class. On the real of things, I am a little bit too nervous to be a teacher, I think, at least for young kids. First of all, I talk (and talked [during the interview]) too fast. It’s not the most impressive gig I could imagine, at only 1.5 hours per week, but if she calls me back about it I might consider it. I have thought it might not be fair to the kids, right? To only stay for a couple of months and then leave. Yeah, that about sums it up. But with just that small of a schedule, it doesn’t seem like a reckless a proposal…

“The bananas are quite good and I shall continue to eat them,” said the man eating bananas. He then reached for a forth banana, breaking a fourth wall in the process, and supudlling his scrumdittlyumpities about. He gazed gloomily at the wreckage of his scrumdittlies. “Fuck.”

I’ve been thinking about writing some short stories but haven’t moved into any execution. I am eating a forth banana though. I guess I have too many bananas. It’s bad to eat too many bananas because of potassium, right? They’re just so damn good! It’s not like I’m addicted to bananas. Stop looking at me like that.

My computer is going to die and I need to find a power source…so peace for now. I don’t want coffee and that kind of limits my options for places to go. The hostel has a plug in the bed, but the table situation is limited. I suppose there is a table…but I just like going out lol. I guess… So idk where I’ll be next…

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I am now at this cafe called Le Petite. I was here this morning with this dude I had just met, and we had coffee here. It was actually pretty good coffee, but it was strong af no joke. It was closer to an espresso shot in size though. It was more like…I wondered if they actually put the hot water in. Holy shit though, this milk shake I just bought is lit. It’s a little expensive in relative terms, but at 75k (about $3[the same price as my bed]) it’s pretty worth is for a milkshake. I might come here more often. I can just sit with my milkshake and write. It’s a little slow at Le Petite right now. Pretty soon, like a year or two, and I bet this place will be boppin with nomadic money makers from everywhere. I’m sitting here wondering if I should get in on that. I haven’t been so ravenously focused on my future as of recently, and I am instead trying to have a realistic look at things and make some logical choices. This of course takes time. In the mean time I am just trying to live the good life, day by day. This milkshake…which is actually more like a frappe with a scoop of ice cream on top, is really good. I am going to leave a good review on Google.

I met a woman today who told me she went to school for Jewelry Design and never used the degree. She is quite nice, and a very interesting person, but I believe her fastest way to make money and her journey lie in different directions. She will eventually fly to Australia and work out there. I have considered doing that very thing, but idk…there are so many things I want to do! I have considered it, because you can only get the working holiday visa to Australia until you are 30, and then its boom; tourist visa only! That’s okay I suppose. I want to run my own business asap, right? That seems to be the reoccurring goal. I am not considering a restaurant, but it sure seems to be what I know. (Anyway, I am saying the goal of opening a business will probable keep me glued to home in my 30’s.)

I want to open a business in America. I briefly gave thought to opening a business internationally, but that is more like a retirement goal at this point. Would I love to operate a business in Da Nang? Hell yes. but it’s more than that. It’s about a dedication of time. What do I want to be doing? Well, I already got the writing thing down. I have been practicing and I keep up with it, so now it’s the money. I want to make money doing something that challenges me, right? The options for working overseas for me right now are: writing online, which is a lot of work for a small about of money. Jo was lucky enough to land a good gig that will keep her getting 240 a month if all works out. That is enough to live in, say, Vietnam. She landed a pretty good gig. I can’t even lie about that…I just don’t know…I would rather make American wages while I am saving, but when I go back this time I am probably going to…fucking stick to something! I want to start doing something and get good at that thing, and I need it to make money, and then maybe I can write about it for extra money if that money is good also. Selling things online seems like the move. My and DL should really get down on that. Make like a million statues and sell them badboys…or something like that. I guess I feel like if I have an initial investment, I’ll be able to move onto better things directly from there. Going to college seems to be…the opposite of that. What would I have after two years of working fulltime in SF and saving as much as possible? Damn, it could be a pretty penny, right? Then again, with a four year degree from a UC university, let’s say I make it that far, what do I do with that degree? I could instead have 4 years of wages saved up. Okay. What is that? If I could save…$1000 a month, that’s 48k. That’s…probably enough to get a loan. Then what am I doing with this loan? I kind of think opening a hostel would be the move, but I feel like it’s a saturated market. Not a lot of tourism where I am from, so maybe I just don’t see the full potential…but I feel like all the good destinations already have a lockdown in that market. I need a new format, or a better idea to get big money, fast. I need to move online, forsure. That milkshake was dank af. Idk how long I have been chilling at this cafe now…maybe 30-45 minutes, closer to 30 probably…I kind of wanted the drink to last longer than that, but I’m chillin either way.

Hmph. I am going to write a review about that amazing milkshake I just had on Google, after I save this document of course, and then I guess I am…going to hit the road? It’s 18:23. I could do many things, but what I’d really like to do is chill on a couch and play with my phone, but all I have is a hostel bed to chill on. Seriously.

Chris

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It is the following morning and I am writing to you from 43 Factory Coffee in Da Nang! Vietnam. I think it looks nice with the exclamation point! at the end. This must be what Hawaii is like, that’s kind of how I feel. Now, I’ve never even been to LA, much less Hawaii. So don’t just go believing what I say, but someday I will go to Hawaii and perhaps will touch the topic again. My Oolong tea has just arrived. I…just took a picture of it. I also got a brownie this morning, and I made an actual effort to lay off coffee! I am proud of me. I did forget to brush my teeth though…life is crazy. I guess I am trying to switch over to more of a tea platform. It will be better for my heart in the long run. The brownie is for continuity. This coffee shop has good brownies. The tea is also good! Hoorah. It’s not like you get a pot of tea, you get a strange chemistry-class like container and a separate cup. Always. I got a ceramic cup today, but normally the drinking cup is ditto when you order the coffee. Sometimes when I write a sentence, and I read it over, I feel like I purposefully evaded a proclamation suitable of understanding.

There are many things to be done on this Wednesday afternoon, and so I think I might go to the beach and forget about them. The beach here is great. It’s long af, and it’s not too busy. I was told it gets even busier in the summer, but also it’s hot af in the summer. I would consider coming here when it’s summertime. Maybe I would be interested to learn to write in Vietnamese? Hmm. I wonder how much it would cost to have my website translated into Vietnamese…it would be a difficult task I imagine. I have no idea how the language works, but I’m guessing some of my miracle shit wouldn’t make it over.

New Fame LLC was outsides kicking more freestyles last night, I awoke and heard them. I thought later on I’d wished I’d went out, but were talking 3 AM thoughts. The problem was that I had eaten 250 grams of cashews and eight bananas…or something like that. I wonder when I will see them again. I will probably see them again though. Damn. I can’t believe I missed a good chance to rap. Oh well. Things come, and things go.

It would be real easy to get stuck in this city. Real easy. It’s gotta 50’s American vibe. Everything was all good in the 50’s. I wasn’t alive, of course, but my grandfather tells me about it. Sounds like good times. Everyone is taking pictures here! on this side of the world, and in this cafe right now. Pictures af! Seriously. The selfie and photography game in Asia is strong af. I mean seriously strong. Idk what IG in China is like, but it’s gotta be lit.

The time is now 7:01 PM in San Francisco. I know this because my computer still tells the SF time. I have like 150 pages of writing written in this ‘long flow’ format, and I have yet to edit any of it. It’s all from while I was in San Francisco. What will come of that writing, I do not yet know. I kind of have this dream I will someday get an editor for it, but I still want to go over it myself one more time, and that’s just going to take a while. I would have so many more posts if I had edited and published all that work, but at the same time I wouldn’t have the same words because time management doesn’t work that way. I am almost finished with my brownie and tea. I still plan to hit the beach today, mostly because I want to try out my scarf as a towel. The ends of the thing aren’t tied into knots, it’s just a bunch of loose threads. The scarf was made on a loom. That’s pretty cool, I don’t know if I’ve ever had any loom gear before. That would be a cool brand name. Loom. I wonder if Fruit Of The Loom would sue you. How long before you think suing is a worldwide thing? Right now I don’t think a lot of countries have complicated lawsuits, but I could see a future where that changes.

This 43 Factory Coffee is so futuristic, it’s crazy. I really like the long tables made of a single, solid piece of tree. They are a beautiful touch to an otherwise cold room upstairs. I like the upstairs room, it’s where I spend the most time. There are these two ladies next to me just taking a grip of pictures. They’ve been going at it for 15 or 20 minutes now, oml. I suppose I better get to editing and publishing this piece of work, otherwise I might end up with another SFCF. That stands for San Francisco Cluster Fuck. That’s what I consider those 150 pages of writing I have…an SFCF. Okay, I’m going to edit now.

Chris

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It’s the 8th day of March and I am writing to you from 43 Factory Coffee. I am not eating super healthy since I’ve been here, but that’s okay. I came up with a great new idea! I bought a new website and everything, and now I am looking at hosting it. I really believe this is going to work, and so I will be conducting work in Vietnam until I leave. Hold me no more to these words I have produced! For if they do not come, know I am aware of it too. This is just a quick little post before I go off unto doing my daily tasks. I will be traveling to HCMC (Saigon) I do believe, in the future to get some of my tasks accomplished. I am excited. Let’s GO!

Chris

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Day 3 in Da Nang (43 Coffee Factory)

I am at 43 Coffee Roastery. Whew! Big day already. I awoke and brushed my teeth, and then I hoofed it over to the Banh Mi sandwich shop I have been frequenting. I ate an egg sandwich and met a nice gentleman from South Carolina and a lady from China, the western side. The lady approached me first and asked if I was Jewish, citing that I have a large beard. This is far from a new thing for me, and I am quite honored to be considered among the beard elite. After she was chatting me up (in pretty good English) for a minute, I turned around to find a older gentleman from the good ole USA standing right behind me; NFL hat and all. I talked to him for a bit, and he told me about his travels in China, and he also happened to know a bit about the Bay Bridge because apparently he was included on the construction. The Bay Bridge was built in China and shipped over…maybe I knew that. He also told me about a massive earth quake in China in 2008. Sad story really.

My friends Greta and Nora just walked into the coffee shop I am at, and walked directly out the side door. I wonder if they know I saw them. Overall it was a rather confusing thing to watch, and being as I am in the upstairs seating area I saw it in one smooth motion. Today I ordered a coffee, and a brownie. Good stuff. The people at this shop take the coffee very seriously, and I can appreciate that. In two days time I have a demo scheduled for teaching English. It was be a trip and a half if I got accepted into the position. I would really like this town…and I would be here for like 6 months! Crazy af. That would be a life changer. Okay. The people are all here now, so I am going to go join them. I guess…I am just going to post this now and do more later. Peace!

Chris

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A Note from the future:
You can now support my work directly using Patreon or Venmo!
After writing for over three years, I have confidence my hardwork is showing through,
and so I have no shame is giving my readers an option support my work.
Thanks in advance!