MBSB 8 [Thanksgiving deux+ Black Friday]

Thanksgiving 2019 Two

 

I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in Chinatown. Behind me are two men playing chess. Always it has been, that I cited this place as “in North Beach,” but I am changing my view of that. I consider North Beach to be north of Broadway Street…plus the north side of Columbus down to the Kearney/Pacific/Columbus intersection. What this means is, Happy Donuts isn’t in North Beach. Okay…so I have been making that mistake for a long time, lol. Even after I realized my folly, I had to decide if this was Jackson Square or Chinatown. It’s Chinatown. I can see two coffee shops in my field of vision: The Station, and Revolute. I have only been to the former of those, and even then only because the hostel paid for it. This place that I am inside of, is different than those two places. Happy Donuts is open, for starters.

 

Happy Thanksgiving AFTER DARK. [I’m editing this the next day. Still dark]

 

Seriously, it is dark in San Francisco. I love this city. I do not love where I live. Today was tumultus. I got in a fight with my roommate. It wasn’t actually a fight, it was more just me yelling at him for a bit because he was drinking. Things are so much different than they were last year. What about the year before that? I have known this motherfucker for two years now, and here we are, Thanksgiving 2019 and I literally had to part ways with him shortly after we met up, because I knew it was destined that he would get too drunk for my liking. It sucks, and lately it’s been everyday. What am I to do? I like my rent situation, but only because I don’t make enough money to move past this situation. The obvious solution is for me to move out [and remain friends with my roommate]. Therein lies the problem of which I don’t catcha-da-guap to catcha-da-spot. Catcha-da-drift, Aye?

 

About 15:45 I got home and my guy was laid in the hay. Soon as I zipped in, my phone died. What was I to do? I plugged it in, but I didn’t turn it on right away. I thought about it though. I waited till 5%. There I lay until it occured to me that I desired ASMR, and so I tuned into Raffy Taffy via Spotify. A little bird told me to do it…!@# I listened Raffy do his thing for about thirty minutes, and then I decided to be a go-getter!; I rolled a joint and left the house.

 

When it comes to opening this business of mine, I am feeling…lost. BUT! Not for long. I have a meeting this week. This sit-down feels a little out of my comfort zone, but will potentially be one of my more progressive encounters. Yesterday I wrote about how I need to find more business-orientated people to surround myself with. Today I feel the same. So excited am I to attend events. Why am I sitting here writing this?! Oh…because I am disorganized. How do I overcome this hurdle? It is fully required that I sell some shirts. I need a computer. Which means I need to figure out when I get my credit card securities back…I will hold onto the money, but also I will get a bump in credit. Hopefully enough to get a dope computer! I did make the mistake of applying for, and getting accepted to, Dell financing, which I haven’t used. I actually haven’t even confirmed my account. I will just use my ole-fashioned credit card. Did I say that? Lol. I guess for the financing I have to get ahold of them and get them to resend the confirmation letter, because I had it sent to my work, but then the letter never arrived. I originally did the whole thing because I got excited about a computer Dell had on sale. I missed the sale, and figured I would use the financing in the future, but then I foolishly never figured it out. I leave so many things unfinished. It’s something I will cease as time moves forward, but it sure it a slow process. 

 

[close the acct. that’s the move]

 

How many times do I write the same thing over and over and over again before it fade from frame of my retention? Is this writing I do, ‘stream of consciousness’ writing? I really only heard about that style since I came to San Francisco. The answer is that I need to read more, and I can make that determination for myself. 

 

The time is now 19:12, and I am still at Happy Donuts. I bought coffee. Just a small coffee…and a glazed-fucking-twist; just took a bite of the same. The time is now 19:14. Some weird ole painish type thing just reared up in my right leg. Damn. I wonder if it’s cuz I’m eating all this sugar. You know, my Grandpa had to get his first bypass surgery in his…forties. Let’s say forties to keep him aged. I am worried it could be worse. In this moment I am thinking about calling him. I wish I could keep the screen up while I did such a thing, but my screen is my phone these days. I also want to chug around online a little and look at all the deal available. Sweatpants, two pairs of shoes, and headphones. I know what I need. Mmmkay, that being said, I think I am going to turn to the internet. Peace! For now.

 

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05:40 the following day. MBSB. I got 125 bonus pts from Starbucks today because I completed my first ‘challenge.’ For this one I bought three required items, and they were items I buy on a usual basis anyway. I am thinking the rewards cycle, eventually coming to work in every flavor-niche’s favor. Today I went h.a.m. I bought 1 overnight oats, 1 green juice, and one Ethos water, 

 

Idk if I mentioned it yesterday, but I found out that Starbucks sells water bottled in Lafayette, Wisconsin. Woo! On Wisconsin! 

 

Today is the busiest shopping day of the year in America. I recently found out that China has something similar. This year it fell on Veterans day. I’m not sure if that will happen every year or not. 

 

Did you know that the day before Thanksgiving is the busiest bar day of the year? At least in Wisconsin. Let me check this out online and see if I can back it up. Oh yeah! If you just type “busiest bar night of the year” into Google, it says “Thanksgiving Eve.” My mom told me that tidbit of information growing up. I’ve known it for over 10 years.

 

A whole decade. I remember being 17…it doesn’t feel tooooo long ago. 

 

It was. 

 

What was I getting into at 17? Not…much. Was I all fucked up by that point? Holy shit my memory is bad. I remember that I drove to school my final year, and I believe I spent my last year of highschool living at my Grandparents part-time? Actually, I drove to school from Westbend pretty often. Parked next to my moms car overnight. I graduated highschool a semester early, so this would have been…my final semester. Right now I’d be on Thanksgiving break.

 

I didn’t get my license until I was 17. At this point my license has been suspended for…34 months. I have been left Wisconsin for 30 months.

 

Seventeen years old though…that was a long, long time ago. I was working at North Hills Country Club 10 years ago. Karleigh got me the job. That’s also where we both met Big Al. That job taught me a lot about life, and especially about what rich people live like. They’d be getting drunk in the front. and we’d be getting drunk in the back. Pretty sure that’s against policy now. I would eventually go on to fuck my co-workers over. We’re talking years after I was 17. I worked two Valentine’s days at that job. 2009, and 2014. Valentines day 2014 I got drunk, and convinced my co-worker to walk out with me at the end of the night. Pretty sure the chefs were there cleaning dishes until 2 in the morning. Chef Mike was a friend of mine, until I did that to him. Sad days. I still feel bad about that, of course. 

 

Some say I should have ‘gotten it over with’ at 17 and all incidents as such would have been avoided. 

 

Some say it’s never too late…

 

Joking about suicide was all fun until I got this mole-thing on my arm. I have since seen a doctor. I wrote about that, right?, but it progresses still, and it freaks me out still. I need to take another picture of my lil growth. Done! The doctor told me that I should take pictures, and so I am doing that [and writing about it!]. 

 

The time is now 06:48. At Starbucks I will remain for a while more. Then I will go shopping. I am thinking about all the different things I could buy today. I know four key items I need. I talked about them already. 

 

Right now…I am going to put the keyboard away and surf the internet for awhile before I head out of Starbucks. I was already doing a little of that, but then I decided to wrap this session up. Maybe I will even edit and post it? Seems like the move. 

 

Spark Twain

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Happy Thanksgiving!

I have not posted anything to my blog since I bought my bluetooth keyboard, even though I have written several pages worth of material. Today it’s Starbucks on Beach and Hyde, 04:25 in the afternoon. Tuesday. November 26, 2019. I feel stuck. I have written about “getting unstuck” in the past. Anyone can get stuck, and for many different reasons. I believe I need to find “the right people” if I am to get unstuck.

 

What do I mean by this? Well, I have my core group of buddies; the people with which 

I hangout. However, since I am not starting a rockband, and instead I am starting a business, my circle of friends is not cutting it. I need more. Without cutting anyone out, I simply need to build a larger circle. ‘Business orientated friendships’ is a phrase that comes to mind. I have my fucking dudes. I got my brothers. I got my close friends. Kalen. Casey. Jared. DL. Big Al. Rashod. If I left you out, let’s change that for next time, because I am expanding the circle.

 

Perhaps I would have been better to befriend Ike, than hurl questioning rock at the fortitude of his public image. The man is taking a trip to Thailand with a team of thirteen other individuals, and they are going to build a kitchen in a remote village. A true humanitarian! As we must all be, also a capitalist, he will receive partial compensation in the form of followers-gained. Though the locomotion that is his skill as a craftsman, Ike is trading his art directly for a trip to Thailand. Selling for between $200 and $450 on his etsy site, he asking a reasonable compensation for his labor. This is considering his video, and his transparency about where the funds are going. Of course I am excited to follow his journey! and in the meantime, what more have I to say? I have really been thinking long and hard about the differences between Ike and myself. He uses the hashtag #bornwithtoomuch, and I think I missed the weight of that statement the first several times I came across it.

 

A man born in the same town as me, and he claims to be born with too much. 

 

If you know me, you know I consider myself to be born with too little. I want so much out of this life! Sad-but-true I have squandered a decent portion of my youth. Drowned my late teens and early twenties in bad habits. Hindsight is clear. I had little direction, I now know. Mix that with a knack for swerving authority, responsibility, and good advice. *tisktisk* 

 

Born with too much, you say…

 

I have long thought Menomonee Falls to be a magical place. 

 

When I came to San Francisco I met a girl from my highschool, working at the hostel I just moved in to. Small world. That was the first thing I thought. Further pondering changed my opinion. My highschool, and that little town I come from, [which is actually the largest village in the United States (if you’re savvy)] must be unique in someway. It took confidence to come to that conclusion! If Menomonee Falls is great, this means there are places which are not-great. Unfortunate conclusion of mortality is that we are sometimes stuck with the ‘luck of the draw’. 

 

Ike is doing something about that. Have you ever been to Thailand? The people who grow up in these villages don’t possess the skillset to build themselves a kitchen, much less the money to execute such a feat. I applaud what he is doing, and I respect his ability to trust the process. A panoid individual like myself is forced to develop his own process, but I will try and learn from Ike, as he himself learns from his travels.

 

I fancy I am penning a mighty good article right now. The time is 18:40 and I am still at Starbucks on Beach and Hyde. You and I both can’t believe how much I’ve fallen in love with Starbucks, but you know what? It’s Murica’ as fuuuuu

 

Most days I feel like I have accomplished nothing. We are about to find out, as I go on to publish this article before I leave Starbucks tonight, if today is an accomplish-something day or not. Either way it is undeniable that I am prepared af for whatever situation arises. If I suddenly need to start setting aside blocks of four or five hours aside to get some work done, I am well practiced. One time I spent nine straight hours at Union Street Coffee Roastery. Presumably I was writing, and those words are probably part of the [still unpublished] Bob’s Donuts Chronicles. That was the longest stretch I have done at a coffee shop. That day was epic because I worked twelve hours after my coffee shop stint. Good ole MAC’D days. 

 

The time is 18:49. Another hour and eleven minutes before they tell me to leave. I could leave earlier. If I wanted to wake up at 03:00 and go to MBSB then I would want to wrap it up right now and go home. That sounds perfect except for that I am a little hungry. No mind! I am not stressed about the situation. I will surely wake up and go to work tomorrow, and then I will surely have four days free from work. What in the world will I get up to? Oh shit! I need to buy shoes. It’s going to be Black Friday! I will find myself occupied with my days off, I am sure. Just gotta make sure I don’t buy anything foolish. What I need is a computer, but I hardly believe, with any merit, that I will buy one this weekend. 

 

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The time is 06:41 on Thanksgiving, and I am writing to you from Starbucks on Beach and Hyde in San Francisco. In front of me sits a hot pour, 700ml of Ethos water, and a sausage sandwich; cooked. Last year on this day I was in Wisconsin. Probably woke up at my Dad’s house, and I know for certain I went on to eat Thanksgiving Dinner at The Odyssey with my father, brother, sister, and grandfather as well. I found a picture from last year I took of everyone eating together. I should have taken a selfie, but oh well. The picture I took, I don’t think everyone is even looking at the camera. OH! You know what I am going to do? Call my Grandpa! We’re still talking about the same guy. A couple years ago, when I lost my grandmother, he lost his wife. It’s crazy. That man’s life…someday I would like to tell you the whole story. I could never get the whole thing, you know, because only he knows the whole story. Life is a complicated thing. He knows. I know. You might know. If you don’t know, now you know. 

 

I suppose it is the case that I feel a little sad today. It is so destined to be, and I need no consoling. When I was a child, we would gather at my Grandparents house and my Grandmother would prepare the fixin’s, along with the bird they accompanied. Two of my three uncles would come over [the third being in Dallas]. Also my cousin, my mother and I. In the later years my uncle and cousin would bring their girlfriends. Good vibes. 

 

The time is now 07:30. Spent a while playing around on my phone, and smoked the rest of a bowl I packed earlier. Now the time is 07:42. I am messaging my Dad back and forth because we are having ‘not so great’ service with Verizon. We both have the Google Pixel phone, so, idk. I literally have zero phone reception today. It started when I woke up, and then I left North Beach and got all the way to Fisherman’s Wharf. Still, I have no service. It hasn’t bothered me much today, but we shall see as the day goes on.

 

Honestly I don’t know what more to write. My friends and I are going to meet up and do gravity bong rips out of the fountains on Market Street today, since it will be dead. Perhaps I will have more to write as the day goes on, but for now, I am going to put the keyboard away and look for good deals on the internet, lol. Classic Thanksgiving maneuver. 

 

Spark Twain

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4.20 @ SPARC

I am at SPARC, and I am really disappointed to say I just spend $63 on a half ounce of weed. Just a couple of days ago I was looking into the prospects of purchasing by the pound for $250 per. Ugh. It wasn’t a lit 420. Now there is ppl at my table. I’m gonna smoke a j.

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Wow. What an evening, especially after the day I had. So I closed up my computer after a group of three people sat down to my same table at SPARC and starting talking to me just a little bit. I thought it was about to be a full on conversation I got into, but it really wasn’t all that much. So I sat and smoked the vape, sharing the Volcano with the 3-person group and then one phone-loner sitting next to me. Eventually they left; in reverse order, and then a group of five gents from NYC sat down. Well they just said New York…but I think they meant the city. To me, they implied that they live in the City of New York, not just the state. I chatted it up with them, and found it interesting when I asked: “ever been to Chicago,” and the guy closest to me replied “No. I hear it’s small and windy.” BOOM. Small and windy. Idk if that’s how I’d describe Chicago, because Milwaukee is so small in comparison, but ‘small and windy’ doesn’t sound good; if that’s how 5 New Yorkers know your city. lol

Soothe small bit of writing from SPARC was like 19:00, and I was there for like an hour and a half. Currently the time is 21:08 and I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in North Beach. I have too many stories to tell…how can it be that I say that? I spend so much time writing, I ought to just tell the storie. So actually those guys from NYC left SPARC and then a new guy sat down named Raj, and he is from the city, and he was doing the rounds to the smoke shops tonight for 4/20. Interesting thing though, he works at The Ferry Building, and I was like “Oh cool, my roommate works at Farm Fresh Produce…or Fresh To You Produce or something like that,” and before I even finished my sentence he was like “Oh ha, really? I think I know who he is.” “Hmm, Yeah?” I replied “Yeah. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Whattt the fuck does that mean you guys? He knows Casey because Casey is…a lunatic? He is a bit crazy man; does totally abnormal stuff, no doubt. I just left it lie. I didn’t pick it up. He knows the guy I live with just because…there is probably only one guy who’s eclectic and sticks out at the Fresh Grocery Store. So you know: I had a rough 4/20. Kalen has the total plug on weed, and what happens? We run out of weed like moments after 4/20. He also told me he is going to stop buying weed, so essentially stop smoking. He has been acting in a strangely irritated manner as of late, and I would judge he is having both: some problems with people from his homeland, and some general growing pains with life. He has a pretty basic, but good job, and he is on the road to shallow success; but still success. I get how that can be lame, but it’s gotta be more than that. He has just been acting a fool as of late. He broke his pipe a while back, and now he just went total flat-out lameo on us for 4/20. Casey wasn’t bothered, but I was; a little. We didn’t even smoke a good joint today! Kalen is obviously having something upsetting him, but idk if I want to get into that with him. I’ll just write about it on my website…for my 4/20 post.

There is this group of people next to me getting really into the gambling machines here at Happy Donuts. Kinna wild. Idk if I would ever want to get that into gambling. So what’s my plan for tomorrow? Well Casey has the day off, so he is just going to wonder. I would like to find a job. I think I am…fed up. I hate that I smoke weed and then I am so mellow about everything. I am not happy with my living situation! Or my money situation! I should have been had a job by now. Idk. I am fucking up my second SF start. So I am going to work on that tomorrow; the getting a job thing. Hopefully send out like 5-10 emails, and maybe even walk into a place. I need to cut off my beard, definitely by Monday.

The lady gave me an extra donut. I was confused at first, but it is as I figured: kind of a damaged donut, plus it’s 4/20. I can not wait to start working and making some money in this city. Can. Not. Wait. But I have to wait. I think I have written that same phrase before. Recently, maybe. I am eating my third donut btw. Wow. Three ole fashion’s. You think I’ll live to see 97 years old? That would be a good age to view things from. It would be crazy if my G made it to 97. 2033. That is the year he will be 97. I will be 41. Think I will still be writing this blog? Honestly I hope so. I was wondering to myself today if I will ever want to, in my older years, go back and re-read my oldoldold posts, and I came to the conclusion that if I keptkeptkept writing, then I would have no interest in my old posts, or rereading any of my work in general. I have a seriously unhealthy fascination with donuts, that’s all I know. Omg I want to eat another one, but it’s like ughhh I am sickly full rn forreal. I’m actually not full…but I have consumed a lot of sugar, and I think it’s affecting my joy.

So my plan is to go back to Casey’s, pee, crash, wake up at probably…6 or 7 in the morning like usual, and then head over to USCH…maybe BSCR if I am feeling frisky, and get some coffee and a pastry and sit down and edit…all of my writing? All of it! and then move onto looking for work. After? Idk. Probably go meet up with Casey since I need him to get into the house. Okay. That’s it…the time is 21:36 in San Francisco and I am saying peace out. These cats to my right are still gambling on the machine but they haven’t won anything. Okay peacepeacepeace. H appy 420420420420 … .. .. .

Chris

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Four-Twenty

It’s 4/20 bitches. Gettchasmokeon. That’s what imma do. Casey, Kalen, and myself, we’re going up to Delores Park for 16:20 today. Gonna be lit. Be there, or forever hold your squareness.

Spark Twain

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Happy Earth Day!

Happy Earth Day! 46% ladies, and 54% gentleman! That is according to Google Analytic’s, which I trust to help me keep track of my readers. Just like WordPress.org, open source word processors (My Blog, my rules right? Henceforth I shall be using the acronym oswp. I bet I won’t stay true to this, but it does sound like a fun prospect. I believe there will be A LOT more oswp’s in the future.), free online education, and overall how to be a profitable vagabond; I am still learning how to utilize Google Analytic’s to its fullest potential. I am working; everyday working, on my organizational skills. One of my current missions is to have a set list of skills I work actively to develop. My skill set is quite varied, but I am not a master at any one thing. I often hear folks older than I talk regretfully toward there lack of mastery. I intend to maintain constant vigilance in relations to my goals and prospects. At current I have a strong interest in developing skills that can be used in the virtual world, as I believe a life behind a computer best suits my needs, wants, warrants, and confines.

The Great Digresser Returns! I have spent the last 30-45 minutes sifting through my Instagram feed; not to no avail. I messaged a company: @brush.naked, and they make a bamboo toothbrushes. Since it is earth day there are many eco-friendly posts on my Instagram feed, and @brush.naked is the product which stood out to me the most as I perused this morning.

Honestly, I am not progressing in this writing today as I had hoped. Today is a day for some background work here at HeartOfZeus. I may or may not venture to Oakland today for @meetartsesh, that is up in the air. Really, I should stay on this side of the bay and try to get as much work done as possible; but what am I even doing?

Chris

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Happy V day, ya filthy animals.

Today is red. It is Valentine’s Day, and I am excited none by the prospect. The overture of lust has settled, and a snowy landscape exhibits. I see footprints in the distance. San Francisco is one of the slushier cities I’ve been to, but it’s doesn’t snow, and it doesn’t frost. I feel the heft on my feet though; and I just got new shoes, which are even lighter than my old shoes. They resist water pretty well, unlike my old holey Adidas, but what I am getting at is: it’s not the shoes. This city feels like purgatory, which oddly feels exactly like home. In contrast, Seattle felt like a circus, and San Antonio felt like a beach, although it’s nowhere near the ocean.
Really I’m just crazy. None of that makes sense, don’t bother with it.

Today is pink! Because of this, I am going to speak about someone I follow on Instagram, a girl, Kelsey, who’s from the same part of the world as I. She’s not anyone I have met in reality, but I’ve been following her for quite some time. If you have ever heard me talk about John McCliment, you know how I feel about virtual bonds and the respect we as a humanity must give ourselves on them. That being said, this girl I follow is in a new ad campaign for Adidas Originals, and as I wrote about my old shoes above, things suddenly came together for the rest of this article. Kelsey is reppin the pink jumpsuit, part of new line by Danielle Cathari. The pink drops in Shanghai on March 28th, but Valentine’s Day is well suited to celebrate the color. Seriously, I think the jumpsuits are really fucking cool, and that’s why I’m writing about them. Not that I want to wear one, but I can think of someone I’d like to see in those clothes.

Today is going to be a good day, I feel it. Happy Valentine’s Day to my readers! Being that I have any today.

Chris