Java House 3

Welcome to Java House Three. I never knew we would make it here, but dangnamit look at us now! The time is 08:34, and the day is February 22nd, 2020. This morning I discovered a pretty badass song titled ROXANNE, by Arizona Zervas, and I discovered it because I was looking for the song Roxanne, by The Police. I added them both to my latest playlist on Spotify, More Butt Than Ashtray’s. Can you tell how I feel? I don’t get more butt than ashtray’s, but I firmly believe that my skills as a writer will get me laid in the future. Lately, I’ve been thinking I finally record that hip-hop album I alwayss talk about. It’s quite obvious [to me] that taking to a stage with some music will be one of the fastest ways for me to spread the word about my blog. Whoa! This Triple Cubano is friggen serious business. Sugar. Caffeine. Twain…that means two.

One time I was talking to this girl on a bus in San Francisco…it was the 30 inbound, and I was coming from the Starbucks Reserve on Chestnut; I told her about my blog, wuwu, and if I recall correctly she was beginning to think I was an egotistical asshole lol. Many times when I tell people I write under the penname Spark Twain [“My name is Chris, but I am also Spark Twain;” or: “My name is Spark Twain, but you can call me Chris.” Those are my two opening lines] they same something like “Wow, you must think your a pretty good writer using a name like that. You must think you’re the next Mark Twain.” The time of which I speak on the bus, I was getting that attitude, and I looked that lady right in the eyes and said “I think I am going to be much more popular than Mark Twain. There are 250 million English speakers in India, and 750 million more that want to learn.” Her jaw literally dropped, and she didn’t laugh. I continued to hit on her until she got off the bus. She wasn’t having it. And, either way, she wasn’t the girl with the grey jacket and tan Lulu’s. That means she wasn’t my girl! I don’t remember either of their faces, but I do remember the later woman’s ankles.

Some dude came up while I was writing that last paragraph and pretended to give the coffee shop owner the boot as he was cleaning the windows lol. It was a little funny. These old folks around here are pretty funny. Except when they beep at people and call them assholes at seven in the morning, like I saw yesterday. Trust me when I tell you that you will get a full examination of the people in this area, because since my father moved here, I am going to be spending ample time here, I am pretty sure of that.

This morning I ate at a restaurant down the street called Oasis. Bad choice. I feel like shiiiit. I might feel like shit because my father and I also ate at this place called Ford’s Garage last night, and I went HAM eating a burger and ¾ of a plate of nachos. I just had a yawn! It’s 08:57 in the morning and I just had a yawn. Yuck. Anyway, that doesn’t really matter. I am young, and my body will reset itself. Recently I have been getting back into the drinking coffee thing, but when I arrived here, I did take a pretty good about of time off. Maybe seven days in a row? Maybe ten days in a row? Maybe it was only five; it’s hard to tell sometimes, how much time has passed. I do know that I am a little sweaty as of recent. It’s gross, but I deal with it.

How do you think my life would be if I came back down here in a month, got a med-card [I actually think I need to be here six months before I qualify], and started chillin and blowing the dodie? I don’t know if I would go the med shops, but at least I could smoke on my own property and feel 100% safe. Right now…I don’t. Even though it is obviously very chill around here. One of the big problems is that I have a hard time living with my father. He ain’t living right! His health is in obvious decline, and his mind is in the passenger seat. You know what this mf tells me last night? Over and over and over again I keep telling him the same basic things, such as “Just try doing five squats in the morning,” or “just take one lap around the block,” and he doesn’t. He tells me that he won’t change because that’s just how he is. He admits openly that he wants to better his health, but he just doesn’t like people telling him what to do. So I tell him “Look, you will eventually make these changes, I know this for a fact, because a doctor is going to tell you that you have to change your diet and start excising. Why not just believe me, and start making the changes today?” and you know what this mf says? This mf has the audacity to say “Yeah but when I hear it from a doctor I’ll feel like, idk, like it’s my job or something.”

That is just one reason I have been struggling down here. My sister plays a big part of the picture, because my father wayyyy to nice to her. You know how some people give their daughter special treatment? Case, and point. They both just want me to leave them alone. Okay! I’ll leave you fools alone, but since I wrote this, I have to post it. I waited weeks before I wrote this, but now? Well now I wrote it…and I can’t unwrite it. My sister wants to be a writer, but she doesn’t take any of my advice. Literally, the only time she has messaged me unwarranted is when she was telling me that she’s gay, and she wanted to know what my father would think about it. I was nice to her, of course, but years after the fact I am definitely thinking…where is she when I need her?

Just returned from a lil bathroom break, I have, and a girl just walked in with the infamous elephant pants. I am going to ask her if she got them from Thailand. I have long been under the impression that anyone wearing those pants has been to SE Asia, but perhaps…some of these people just purchased them around here. I have seen some people wearing those pants, and…I’m not so sure they have been to Thailand. It is kind of weird to ask people these things…but I am still going to do it lol. Here goes nothing!

Drumroll pleaseeeeeee! The answer is no, she did not get them in Thailand [or SE Asia], but she did purchase them for only $1 at a local thrift store. At least that is something I can approve of! If she told me she copped them for like $20 I would have given her one of those ‘can you smell what the rock is cooking’ faces. She also told me her friend went to Thailand and got similar pants, so, at least she knew of which I spoke. Somewhere in this area though…I get the feeling there is a store selling those pants for $20. Actually, now that I am thinking about it, I’m not sure one could cop those pants in Thailand for as cheap as she did. My memory is so poor, it’s practically non existent, but I believe that pants would be like 120-150 baht. Maybe you could cop them for the good 70 baht, but even then…that’s closer to $2.50.

How appropriate is it that I just write whatever I want on my blog? Instead of going and talking to this girl for a second time, I am thinking about just writing some dirty stuff on my blog lol. Would I be happier if I went and talked to her? Hmm. Let’s…find out! This will just be a break from my writing today; something unusual this is, for me. Certainly! The time is 09:37.

How do you think that went for me?

Actually it went pretty well, but I am still not going to tell you what her name is. She is a nice girl, and she likely shares some of my same interests. At the end I asked if I could follow her on Instagram, and she told me she just deactivated all her social media. She told me she wanted to be more present. I waited…for her to offer me a different method of communication to contact her…but she didn’t serve it up, and so we agreed maybe we would see each other at this coffee shop again someday.

It’s possible that women think I am a slut. In fact, I believe it must be the case, otherwise I cant figure out why no one is interested in me. I’m just a dirty twenty-seven year old man! And although I am embarrassed to say it, I haven’t had sex in about six months. Now, that doesn’t mean I am looking to settle down; by no means am I ready to settle down. I gotta wholeeeeee-lotta fucking to do still. But, I am a pretty nice guy. I like to spend a week with a girl before I break her heart. At the end of the day, either you’ll have slept with Spark Twain, or you’ll have not. People will continue to choose the later, I know this, but once I get my money straightened out, I am going to be even more of an asshole. I won’t be getting laid more because I became more of an asshole either; that’s just a guess. But I will be getting laid more. Also, by writing paragraphs like these, I am certainly trying to attract a certain type of woman. I have mommy issues, Baby, and I am not going to be turned off when you tell me you have slept with 150 men, or 1,500 men [I haven’t experienced a women like that yet, but I would definitely love to love someone like that, until I get bored].

You know what the girl with the big butt and elephant pants told me though? She told me that Big Sugar has been ruining the water quality of the beaches around here. What happens is, they drain all the waste from the sugar production into lake Okeechobee, and apparently the beaches in this area are ruined by the runoff from that waste. She told me that for most of the summer there are signs up saying not to swim in the water. If I told you that “sugar causes dementia,” would you believe me? That information is something I read on @future4200‘s Instagram story. I can’t recall if he said ‘alzheimers,’ or ‘dementia,’ but I don’t think it is worth messaging him and asking him. Dustin, if you ever read this, know that I am very vigilantly trying to do you name honor. I’ve been following you on ig for over two years now, and I really think you are a positive influence on humanity. Many, many of the things I write on this blog are things I learn for you, or things that are inspired by the information you have provided for us.

It all comes together quite nicely when I learn that Big Sugar is fucking up the beaches in SW Florida.

Spark Twain

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Java House 4

The time is 15:18 and I am writing to you from Java House in downtown Fort Myers. Today was a good day! I actually started the day at this location, but instead of writing a blog post this morning, I wrote a letter to a local news station in my hometown. The letter I wrote is regarding
The ASMR.Community Program, which if you are unaware, is a drug and alcohol recovery program I run, and just to make sure I get the point across, I label it as “An Alternative to Alcoholic Anonymous.” Have I helped as many people recover as AA? Hell No! But in the future, some people will say of ASMR: “Isn’t that for alcoholics and drugs addicts?” The answer is yes, but it didn’t start that way.

Another exciting thing that happened today [apart from my sending out that letter], is that Cruz from New Fame [I think I’ve always added the LLC to their name, but that’s only their Instagram name I guess lol. Ooops! Either way, their music is hella good, and it keeps getting better [production wise, above all else]] messaged me this article, asking me if I wrote it! WOOHOO! I have been waiting for people to find my writing in an unwarranted fashion, and today is maybe the first time that has legitimately happened. Granted, they found my old website, but that same article exists on this website, and that’s where the previous link will take you.

Can you imagine if I actually became a popular writer? I have always been under the belief that, if I write it, they will come! But some days, discouragement seeps in all around. Not today! Today was an uplifting kind of day.

I also ran into Kirk at the 3 Peppers Burrito spot downtown. I was actually supposed to meet him, and that’s why I was chillin at the burrito place; just killing time. Still though, since I ran into him earlier that expected, we got to kick it for a bit and just generally shoot the shit, ya dig? This is significant because Kirk is the first person I have interviewed for my new podcast Spark Twain vs The World. I haven’t decided if I should include a period after the versus in that title, but I have time to decide, the podcast isn’t live yet.

Okay! The time is 15:37, and I have to catch the bus in 30 minutes. Katy Perry’s I kissed a girl just began filling the air here at Java House. Hmm…I don’t believe I posted my writing from the other day…maybe I should have been editing that. As I begin integrating myself into SW Florida, I am starting to wonder if I should take a different approach to love, at least here. I like sluts; did you know that? What I am saying is, maybe I should try to not let any of the local girls fall in love with me. Because apart from liking sluts, I also like timid women. However, sometimes I can’t tell which is which, and that is just from lack of experience.

Ugh. People be wanting me to share my writing with them, and I really have no problem with that, but do you see what I write about?! This shit is not okay lol. I’m not going to change, obviously, but sometimes I believe my words will make me more enemies than friends. At least, until I hit the tipping point. Then my writing will garner me more fans than I could possibly befriend, and then the sluts will cum.

Spark Twain

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The Green Cup 1

The time is 13:19 on February 18th, 2020 and I am writing to you from The Green Cup Organic Cafe. I have heard many people refer to it simply as ‘The Green Cup Cafe,’ but…for posterity sake, I am going to include the word ‘organic’ when I write about it.

This place is…a little chilly. I brought a long sleeve shirt with me; an under shirt if you will. So I could go into the bathroom and change up? I almost shoved my hoodie into my bag, and in hindsight I should have done that.

There is a beautiful girl here; there a beautiful people everywhere I go! I talked to miss for a quick second, but you know me lol, I just took to writing instead. This new computer is pretty nice, keyboard wise. I certainly thought that I wouldn’t like writing on this machine, and instead I would do most of my writing on that bluetooth keyboard still, but you know what? This isn’t too bad. The travel is pretty minimal, but the keys are fan enough apart where my Favre hands still have a decent chance at comfort. I haven’t spent hours in a row writing from this machine yet, and honestly, I doubt it will turn out to be as good as my bluetooth keyboard [idek about mechanical keyboards right now, but my guy Dom is building one. Bluetooth and all!], but for sprints? This machine is a perfect fit.

Throughout the past week I have been sending out emails to a bunch of hostels. Tomorrow I have a video interview with Madam Isabelles in New Orleans…but so far the process has been so disorganized, that I am already turned off from the operation. I have no desire to go to New Orleans. The only reason I looked into working at that hostel is because I know so many people that have recommended the city, and, just, everybody loves New Orleans. Me? I would rather go for pleasure, not for work. Alas, with a hostel things can be one in the same.

It’s too cold in here! I need to figure my situation out. The time is 13:30 and the day is February 18th in downtown Fort Myers. And…I’m going to eat this wrap and drink this kombucha, and probably talk to this girl before I hit the road. Seems like the move.

Spark Twain

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Java House 2

The time is 08:54 on February 21st, and I am writing to you from Java House in downtown Ft Myers. Many things are on my mind; many things I have to do. First however…blogfraba. Do you get that reference?

I love this cafe, honestly. Vibes are good, and the place is full of life. I do however have one complaint, and if Mike or his wife [who’s name I should really find out] ever read this, I mean no offense, and in fact, I believe strongly that I am just preparing them for the future. My one complaint is…the scones smell like children’s breakfast cereal. What does that mean? It means they are mostly added sugar[s], I am sure of it! It absolutely must be. Normally scones taste very little of sugar. Scones are dry, hella dry, and they are made with a shitload butter. These ones…are more like imitation scones. I don’t think they make them here in the building, I think they purchase them from a third party and simply sell them here in the shop, so really, what can be done? The whole neighborhood is going to come up though, I feel it. Sometimes I think the whole world is coming up!

The year is 2020, and E-Sports are taking over! Right? Honestly, I have zero interest in e-sports. I have zero interest in sports in general! The only thing I like about sports, is that it brings people together. With all the problems of the modern day, it would make way more sense if we bonded on things like ‘saving the planet’ and ‘ending world hunger.’ The fact that we still have religion to deal with is the pretty much the sole reason I deal with sports, and don’t bitch harder at people giving their money to Roger Goodell and Bud Selig [he was born in Milwaukee, just like me!]. Now…we have e-sports also. I have never really played video games. When I was younger, I will admit, I enjoyed watching my friends play Oblivion quite a bit. Myself? I played a little Halo 3, and I dabbled in Skyrim when it came out, and I occasionally will blow some load down and take to playing Civ 5. Compared to most folks however, I don’t play video games. Seriously, I don’t enjoy them. When I sit down to play Civ 5, it’s due to a lack of other things to do, almost strictly; Civ 5 is simply the game I like the most, but I don’t like any of them. I’ve never played sports games, because, well…I don’t understand them! The satisfaction I receive from those games is zero. I find the learning curve difficult, and I see no reward in sight. This is not me being pessimistic about things…it’s just my reality. So when I read a headline like: “Videogame Fans Get Home Teams Of Their Own,” and the caption is: “Owners and Investors behind teams…banking on people embracing esports in their home markets as much as they do traditional sports,” I am disheartened. I realize I am the black sheep here.

When I was in India, and Vietnam…I don’t recall people playing a lot of video games. Vibes were good! Now, those countries also don’t have world-leading space programs, and I think space exploration is very important. Am I estranged from esports because my purpose is different? Perhaps if I went to college, and got a job in a lab or something, or at a law firm [I would be a damn good lawyer], I would simply want to unwind at the end of my days. Perhaps I would be able to comfortably partake in watching these esport events, and I would really enjoy myself. Someday I plan to have money, and I will go to some Packer games, but I can’t see me doing it more than once a year, really.

With so many people on earth, there are humans to fill every niche, and every market. Esports is going to take off! That is very obvious. In fact, it might not even impact traditional sports. I seriously believe that people want more to bond over! My big worry is…it’s mentally easy to bond over esports, but it’s mentally difficult to bond over cleaning our oceans. Is it the same people that bond over esports are the ones who are cleaning up our oceans? If folks are going to work during the day and solving our world issues, and then at night they go to the bar, kick back, and watch the game…I have no concerns about that. However if the people kicking back at the bar are the same people contributing to the destruction of our planet, I think we are in danger. You may be thinking to yourself “Chris, the young people don’t want to destroy the planet, and they are conscious of their impact on the environment,” I would beg to differ.

Many people I have met traveling, and in San Francisco, have left companies like Google and Amazon because they felt that they were a cog in a much larger, very evil machine. When a company takes the task of stealing peoples private information for the purposes of giving them targeted advertising, and you divide it up into 100 different tasks done by 100 different coders…no one feels guilty! That’s called a firing squad. Or at least, I’m calling it a firing squad. That is my main concern with modern day society. Everyone is making good money, and our economy is booming! But at what cost?

The time is 09:29, and before I started writing this I had to move from a comfortable lounge chair, to a table & chair setup, because writing from a lounge chair gives me serious discomfort in my right arm. You know, shoulder issue and all. So I had read that headline about esports from the lounge chair. The other headline I read, and in fact it was the main headline, with the esports line being secondary, was: “Pier 1 imports files for bankruptcy” WELL I’LL BE DAMNED my mom used to shop at that store all the time, and honestly, I always thought it was overpriced bullshit.

Breaking News! The song ‘Ex Girlfriend” by No Doubt just started playing in this cafe. Now, that shit has never happened to me in a cafe, and I fucking love this song. When I’m feeling like a bamf, I like to think that my ex girlfriends have a good cry to this song. I don’t fuck a lot of people, but I certainly break hearts, this I know. When I say “Kim,” do you know who I am talking about? Well, I like to believe my blog will have the Kim Effect, because I certainly talk about my ex’s a lot. I have great respect for all of them. My relationships are sacred to me, no matter how it may seem to you, or anyone else. I don’t have a lot of relationships, but they are all really powerful, I like to think. Bonnie and the Clydesdale…because I’m hung like a horse lol. Or maybe I’m not…only one way to find out ;).

That song really did come on out of the blue [now however, I am thinking they are playing the whole album, because it was No Doubt before that, and No Doubt after that]. So I was talking about Pier 1, and I wasn’t finished. Let’s look at some facts here. 70% of the United States economy consists of consumer spending. According to this article by Jim Chappelow I found on Investopedia: ‘Consumer Spending can be regarded as complimentary to [the other 30% of our economy is:] personal saving, investment spending, and production in [our] economy.’ So when I buy a shirt at Ross, that is part of the 70%, but when I buy one-hundred shirts to sell at asmrapparel.com, that’s part of the 30%.

Consumer spending is divided into two non-equal parts. Discretionary Spending, which is non-essential goods and services, and Non-Discretionary Spending, which are the essentials including food, medicine, housing, and clothes.

“As of the 4th quarter of 2019, consumer spending in the U.S. Hit a record $13.4 trillion, of which discretionary spending clocks in at $1.4 trillion, or just over 10% of total spending,” writes Marc Davis of Investopedia. You can read the whole article, including the breakdown of how we Americans spend our money here.

Now I am looking at this article by Kimbery Amadeo of The Balance[.com]. She refers to consumer spending also as ‘personal consumption expenditures,’ or PCE. “PCE was at $14.799 trillion as of the fourth quarter of 2019,” she writes. Obviously, that number is different that the one I read on Investorpedia, and I can’t tell you why that is. She claims to get her information from the Bureau of Economic Analysis. I wonder where those Investopedia writers gets theirs…

Hmm. Neither of these articles posses the information I am looking for. For a long while, I have been under the impression that women account for 85% of discretionary spending. Is that true? Is that not true? Whoa, and then I found this article from Forbes. You will just have to go read the article. It has all the information I was wondering about in regards to the economic contributions women make. The most important takeaways from the article however, in my eyes, are: “40% of businesses in the United States are women-owned,” “Women drive 70-80% of all consumer purchasing decisions,” and “94% of women between the ages of 15-35 spend over an hour per day shopping online.” So when I see the headline “Pier 1 files for bankruptcy,” I am kind of glad, because I think most of their products are low value/high satisfaction products. Without doing any research; totally based on vibes, I would bet that most of the fabrics sold in that store are polyester, or other synthesized fibers.

Do you know how much of the micro-plastic bits floating around the ocean are due to polyester clothing? Me either, but it’s definitely “some.” If we are going to make clothing out of products that can’t be recycled [most things can’t be recycled; it’s too expensive], then we need to wear those products for generations, or at least a lifetime. What do you think the life-cycle of non-cotton fabrics from Pier 1 is? I don’t have the answer to that question, I am just talking some shit based on vibes alone. But…I’m pretty sure I am allowed to do that. Ever since I read Man som hatar kvinnor, I have been aware that I can get sued for slander if I am not careful, and so I maintain constant vigilance in regards to that.

Just because they bring you in for questioning, it doesn’t mean you are in trouble. One-Hunnit!

The time is 10:37, and I can’t believe I just wrote all that! Now…I have to edit it, lol. First, however, I am scheduled to have a conversation with the owner of Cream City Hostel about my coming there next week. Ohboyohboyohboy I am quite nervous to go to Milwaukee. It’s cold, and cannabis is illegal; not even a medical program!. I am not a fan! I will have to be vigilant about my coffee consumption while I am there, because caffeine still makes me sweat! I had a double espresso this morning and I am experiencing those side effects right now. For that reason, and regardless of the fact I have three pages of writing to edit all the sudden, I am going to step outside for a bit. That means PEACE OUT from Java House in downtown Ft Myers. I am still intending to edit and publish this article today. See you then!

Spark Twain

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Kava Bar Ft Myers 2

The time is 16:46 on February 20th, 2020, and I am writing to you from Kava Culture Kava Bar in downtown Fort Myers. Why am I here? Because the atmosphere is good. What is Kava? You will have to check out my new podcast to find that out. It is a question I plan to answer on there very soon.

So much writing I do, and so little do I publish. This is the third blog post I’ve written today. One of them is live at asmr.community. The other…I suppose I should be editing it, instead of writing this [I did!]. Perhaps I will actually put something on my blog today! It could be one of those days.

Am I excited for my time in Milwaukee? Holy shit; for the first time ever I actually have work to do. I mean seriously. I’ve got a tonne of shit to do! I’ve accepted the responsibility of building a website for someone. On top of that, it seems like I am going to be doing some videography work for the Cream City Hostel. Do they know I am not a professional? Haha. If they want authentic, I’m that, Baby! In fact, I wanted to shoot a 3D video today, strictly for the purpose of seeing if I could edit it. I mean seriously, can this machine handle it?

Hmm, did I download the required software for such a thing? Hell no. Totally forgot lol. Well! I suppose ain’t nothing happening in regards to that then! Reaper is the only program I have that is remotely close to a video editor, and I only say that because my father told me it will do minimal video editing; mostly just if you want to add music to a video, I guess. Eventually I will need to start producing my own music for these podcast/videos/everything I am creating. More over, actually, I just want to create my own music.

This morning I was thinking about those days at the Green Tortoise, Sundays specifically, when I would catch the 04:20 bus and go clean the ballroom. LP’s method pretty much always had me finishing early, because she would take a breakfast, and since I wouldn’t eat until after I finished the shift, I always played a little guitar at the end. One time a [cute] girl told me she felt bad talking over my guitar playing, and I told her that I was being paid to be there so she shouldn’t feel bad. Mmm; those were the days. You know what I want to be doing instead of writing this blog? Playing guitar. When I was at Sin City Hostel they had a guitar there and I definitely took advantage of that thing. They have offered me a job…but I can’t say if I will be accepting it or not. Las Vegas…who am I? And what am I doing with my life? What do I want to want? That is the only, and thusly the most important question. In fact, I have read it is the most important question we can ask ourselves as a humanity.

What do we want to want?

Spark Twain

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Java House

The time is 10:15, and I am writing to you from Java House, located at 1617 Hendry Street in downtown Fort Myers. I was in this place a couple of days ago, and I took some 360 photographs, and left. Now? I feel rude about not asking to take the photographs prior to taking them, because the gentleman I saw working the counter actually owns the place! In a minute or two here, I am going to go talk to the gentleman [him and his wife own & operate the place; 5 years in business, he told me] about that situation. Coming from San Francisco…we don’t ask permission to take photographs; we just do it. Here though…well, first things first, I am starting to like this place a little more. Fort Myers that is. It’s got decent coffee and beautiful women, what more could I ask for?

Just talked to Mike, the gentleman running the shop, and although he is a soft spoken man, he is a man of truthful words, I can tell. What does this mean you for you? My readers? It means there are two good places to get an espresso drink in Downtown Ft Myers. They even have Sara Bareilles filling the air! [sidenote: when I looked up the correct spelling of her name, the ‘Google quick caption’ as I will call it, summarized her with the words ‘American Actress.’ The times! They are-a-changing!] I can’t believe I thought this place had bad vibes when I first came in…that man can definitely handle his espresso machine. Did I post that piece of writing? I mean, I wrote it, so I will eventually have to post it…but today, and with this piece of writing, I set the record straight! Java House is the shiznit. If you’re in SW Florida, you gotta stop in this place, and you gotta say hello to the owners.

On the topic of small business; I have said it before and I will say it again: RIGHT NOW IS ONE OF THE BEST TIMES IN HISTORY TO BUY A SMALL BUSINESS! What do you like to do? What are you good at? I am willing to bet there is a baby boomer selling a business which is right. up. your. alley. Me? Well, my alley is @jack.kerouac.alley.

I am a little worried…because this Cubano Coffee that I ordered, is, well, full of sugar. I love sugar! But as of late, I really have limited my consumption to almost none. Today? I have a Cubano and a scone in front of me. The scone is dense, and we all know I like a high density scone. This one has a lot of sugar, and, like most scones, it probably also has a lot of butter. Well, anyway, I’ve been starting everyday with a smoothie as of late, and so I feel pretty good about that. [news flash! That’s sugar. So I guess I was speaking of added sugars]

The time is 10:42, and I just sent messages on IG to three big names in my industries. Firstly, I am very proud to say that Kiki Hermetic Kitten is following me on Instagram! Omg that is so cool. She has a grand following, and I strongly believe in her as an asmrtist. I personally used some of her videos; over and over and over again I watched the same few, to help me over come my alcoholism…that was long ago. See, once I established ASMR as my main tool in recovery, I didn’t need to use it everyday. Just as one could not possibly spend every waking moment at Alcoholics Anonymous, one can not spend every moment watching ASMR. However, at the beginning of recovery, one might actually do that. Be it going from meeting to meeting all day [or at least one in the morning, and one at night, seven days a week], or sitting all day long watching the ASMR videos I suggest at asmr.community, complete submersion in a recovery process, at the beginning, is a very viable option. Eventually however, one will need to go back to their everyday life. When that impulse to consume becomes overwhelming however? Then we go back to the tools we learned in the beginning. For me? I watch ASMR.

Spark Twain

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Kava Bar Ft Myers 1

I am writing to you from Kava Culture Bar in downtown Fort Myers, and I am worried I am doing damage to my wrist in doing so. My right wrist has been feeling discomfort for quite some time. There are so many things I do wrong, considering my broken shoulder and all that. I don’t even know where to begin! My literal plan is to make enough money for reconstructive surgery. Hmm. Well, anyway, the time is 17:40 on February 17th 2020, albeit my clock says 4:40 pm lol. Yeah my hand is hella shaky, so I gotta do something else. I forgot my bus pass after I went home for lunch, and so I am waiting for my Dad to come scoop me. What happened today was I talked to that beautiful girl [there is no way she is reading this blog], and I interviewed this guy Kirk, owner of Kirk’s Micro Greens, and…I got in contact with Madame Isabelle’s house in Nola and I have an interview on Wednesday at 14:00 about working there. WOOHOO! So hopefully that goes well. It was a little strange though… I felt like they were avoiding me [I assumed this only because I thought amber might still work there] but as it turns out, the manager is just overworked. I emailed them, and Sean [the owner] emailed me back asap saying the manager is on vaca for another week, and so I gave her two weeks to hit me back, including a reminder email where I said I was looking forward to hearing from them. When I called today, I got hung up on twice [I’m pretty sure that’s what happened], and then after I got through [the first time I thought it was because it was too loud on my bus, but then I called again after I got off the bus and, well, it’s possible they have no voicemail set up? But otherwise they just gave me the click.], she knew nothing about the email I sent! So…whatever; none of that matters, because I got the interview [no Amber OR Danae. WHEW]. I also talked to Cream City Hostel though, so I will probably be there for March, and if everything works out I will be in Nola for April and May [It didn’t work out], and then I will [possibly] settle into Vegas in June. OKAY! I am going to see how the interview with Kirk turned out.

Spark Twain.

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