Obe, get a bag of the sumatra beans. You can’t go wrong.
Thanks, Smears, just about wrapping it up. From here going home,have to put my turle inside, she has been out 3 nights unfed.
You got a turtle? Crazy. I had a goat when I was a kid. No lie. His name was billy. He climbed up and stomped the windshield out of my parent’s car, and they got rid of him.
Smears that’s very cool. Looked at your blog somewhere else, about your staying here and there. I have a very cool son in law and my daughter. And if you’re ever in LA let me know they will put you up. My wife is real uptight as a matter of fact I can’t figure her after 30 years. Anyway we have a 3 bedroom place you couldn’t move around in for brick of bracks, and spider colonies. Downstairs is ok, but its just a small cell with a futon… Lots of incense, and Buddha and genish idols everywhere. The turtle is a groove,and I am trying to make it communicate. So far no luck. My son in law and my daughter are pot heads, but they are cool, but nothing philosophical about them.
Right now my publisher called for the 3rd editing back and forth, plus cutting a lot of meaningful stuff out like I blame my daughter in law for messing my youngest son up, and she said that's libellous, and told her go ahead said there is 2 more levels of content clearance, after which finally it will go out, if there is anything left.
Now here I am sitting with my grand kids their dad my other son hasn't showed up yet. Watching my favourite show Bonanza.
Then my wife little dragon slammed my head with her cell phone while we were at mcdonalds, and now my migraine is back.
Told her I may leave the thousandth time, of course she doesent believe it, and I told her that of course not:::she knows were just bulls hitting, and knows I can take a whole lot of pain before I would do what my dad did so artlessly.
So let me know if you're in LA, and I
Man I get a good bit of weed sent to me from out there. A girl I just broke up with after 4.5 years moved directly there to live with her friend and her friend’s parents. I got another guy in some slummy part of town running a grow op, and I actually taught him to grow when he lived here several years ago. Back then he was poor and hopeless, and now he has a life.
I’ve never been to LA. But I drove to Palm Springs once. Cathedral City, 29 Palms, and that general area. Excellent place. I love the desert, but I also love the mountains, and the ocean, and the city. Now that I think about it, I guess that might be why I sacrifice to much for vacations. I just like to smell the air in different places, if that makes sense.
Right now my upcoming trip is up to 18 nights. If I don’t get creamed at the crap tables, I may add 2 more in Florida, and proceed up the coast of GA and SC to take pics of places I haven’t been. I dunno. It should be epic. I’ll post some stuff when I get back.
Now in December, I’m gonna go skiing, (for the first time), and the Taos Ski Valley. While this is in NM, near the CO border, it’s definitely within range of Vegas, and LA. If I can muster the resources, I would absolutely love to pass out in a Buddha filled basement with other potheads.
That would really be great. Honest. 'Later
Hi smears what are You up to? I am thinking about Michael Foucalt. Post structuralists in general. Trying to solve connections without relying to much on imagination.
I am going to see my daughter in law today, which I am dreading, and the only reason for seeing her is to see my granddaughter, who I love. But the woman is a lost cause, and her connivance and haughty attitude is a total turnoff, and she is guilty as hell about my son, and wants to unload.
I am trying to work up a concept for a short story for a piece I have been thinking about, a plan I have to return to the place of my birth,and working on at least some concept there, besides the obvious travelogue, and there is so much to say, but I am blocked.
I want to get high, but there is no telling where I will end up, and at the moment I feel so responsible for so many people, that loosing myself seems to be tatamount of absolving myself of responsibility for them.
But I know I will have to enhance my perception, and give myself breathing space, to return, even literally, not less figuratively. Plus I don't have the bread. What are You doing?
I got up this morning and went to the post office, and mailed a heap of cash to a guy across the country.
Then I went to my bank and put some in there.
Got some fast food, ran 2 errands downtown, and now I’m trying to figure out how to watch the Alabama v FAU game without paying for it. If it comes down to it, then I’ll pay the bar for beer and watch it there, as opposed to paying for it here, and still having to buy the beer.
In 43 minutes, a travel agent is going to call me, and I’m booking another cruise to hop onto the day after I get off the one I’m already booked on. So I’ll have 2 ships, for a total of 12 days at sea, stopping at 6 islands total. Not too shabby for a pseudophilosopher who is technically unemployed…I guess…it’s hard to say what my employment status is. I mean, my friend owns a ton of Domino’s pizzas, actually, 3 guys I know own a total of about 23 of them now. Last week, I got a call and didn’t have anything to do, so I went in and let some people go home, and closed the store for $150. But I might not go back for another week, and when I do, it’ll probably be another store somewhere else around here. It’s strange. By the time I heard the term, “off the grid”, I think I had been there for years. I wouldn’t know what to do with a real job paying taxes and all that. Tricky tricky. BUT…I literally get to live the life of a kid on summer vacation. I’ve just gotta figure out what’s gonna happen when I get old. I’m progressively getting better at making money without much risk, the problem is that at a certain point, spending it becomes a risk. I’ll need a house at some point, besides the ones I’ve been renting. And I’m afraid that I might have to pull some strange accounting to make it happen. Who would have thought that getting the money would be the easy part of buying something like a house or a car?
I dunno man…ranting…ranting…it’s vacation time.
Man…because my last post gave me a negative vibe…I’m gonna post the tentative itinerary for the vacation…which should give me a good vibe when I read it.
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Drive overnight to St Augustine to my friend Elizabeth’s house for the nights of the 3rd and 4th of October.
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Drive to Ft. Lauderdale and check into a hotel on the beach, stay the night of the 5th.
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Park my car at my gay friend Rodney’s house, and get him to drive me to Port Everglades to board the Carnival Freedom.
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8 days on the ship, stopping in Grand Turk, La Romana, Willemstad and Orangestad. Return to Ft. Lauderdale at 8am on Sunday the 14th.
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Call gay Rodney, get him to pick us up at the port and then I drop him off at his place and go back to the hotel on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale.
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Check out of hotel on the 15th at 11am. Drive to Miami and park the car.
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Board the Carnival Imagination at 4pm. 4 days on this cruise, going to Key West, then Cozumel.
8 ) Return to Miami. Stay the night in South Beach. Party all day, then drive to Orlando to my friend Stephanie’s house.
- Stay at Stefanie’s house 1 or 2 nights, then back to St Augustine to Elizabeth’s. (This could be reversed. If the casinos on the ships treat me fairly, I could extend the vacation to either Savannah/Myrtle Beach area…or I could go to New Orleans.)
I guess I don’t have a complete plan, because I don’t want to see it on paper that my vacation will end. I’m looking at enough produce here in front of me, that’ll be dry in the next 4 or 5 days…to keep me on vacation for a good while.
I really don’t have any responsibilities. No wife, no kids, no car note, I rent a house from a friend who’s cool with what I do, I have a roommate that pays his half and I can cover necessities for under $1000 a month. I could stay on this vacation for a long time. BUT…I probably wont. I need to go skiing. My roommate has never been to Europe, and I can almost never find people to travel with me when the distance gets to a certain point. So let’s hope I win lots of cash at the crap table, and then I can call and book more trips.
I dunno man. I tried to live like a normal person and the world wouldn’t cooperate. I really don’t have anything to do except sit here and stare at the wall, or get out and do something. There is no possible employer who will ever compensate me for my time at a rate that is even remotely comparable to what I can produce on my own.
It’s a crazy mixed up world.
Do you not know any Jew lawyers who can help you launder the money? Like in the Wire?
When I hang out with minorities, I want the downtrodden ones. Not the lawyer ones dude. My lawyer needs to be…for civil matters…a crafty white man with no motive other than greed. For criminal matters there is an exception, a black guy from the top of his class in school, (he needs to be impeccably dressed and fully articulate).
I do have a few ways that I cover up cash. For instance, I might pay 10k in rent this year, to a friend who lists this house as vacant on her taxes. This saves her money, and let’s her hide the 10k cause no one knows about it. I never made it, I never spent it and that’s that. Another is that I will book a vacation, and pay only what I have to on a card. Usually that’s just a plane ticket, or a cruise fare or a hotel room. Anything I can pay in cash I do. So if I get audited and the IRS is like…“how did you pay for this”…I can say, “it was only a couple hundred bucks”. They don’t know about the money I spent in the bars, or on the hookers or trinkets from the gift shop. They don’t know I paid cash for the submarine ride or the zip line through the jungle. There is no way for them to know that I paid $200 to ride a horse through a jungle then off into the ocean in a white linen suit with a huge sombrero…unless they see those ridiculous pics.
You know in Curacao I can pay to ride a fucking ostrich? If I’m sober when the time comes…I’ll do it and get someone to take a pic…which I will post here. I’m not promising anything though.
The lawyer doesn’t have to be Jewish, of course, they just usually are on TV shows.
I think it’s a stereotype that a lot of people on a lot of tv shows are Jewish. I’m not sure if it’s true…but if it was…then it would reinforce your theory.
I’ve only hired a lawyer once to sue a person. He was caucasion…but he might have been Jewish too? I’m really not sure how to tell so much. I mean…really. Most people in this part of the country are either bred with their own immediate family members, or are the descendants of slaves. I think it’s referred to as a “homogeneous demographic”, here on more than one occasion. Interestingly, there’s a ginormous university that sits in the middle of the city, and it’s doing the whole “diversity” thing, so you’ve got about a 75 block area where you find something like 80 countries represented, and not just in a trivial way. I went to school there, and have always lived in the city nearby, and I’ve never been too far off the interstates in this part of the country otherwise.
You know man…this stuff I have right now is called white siberian. It’s from dinafem breeders and it’s a white widow x ak47 cross. I go through a pretty fair amount of high grade weed with variances in effect across the spectrum, and I’m gonna go ahead and say that this shit right here is some of the most potent marijuana I have ever smoked in my life. I usually smoke from when I wake up until I go to sleep. Not huge blunts or large amounts all day, but steady maintenance until I need the nightcap. I can’t do that with this shit. It makes me drive past my turn, forget what I was just saying, ramble more than usual. Conversations in my living room are just dropping off mid sentence and shit. It’s confusing. Some confusing weed. Next strains coming are dinafem’s moby dick, and THseeds’ MK ultra. Can’t wait. I need something that’s got more of an “up” high to it. Taking all these naps and stuff is messing up my sleep schedule badly.
So… we got out of the black cab at the Barclays cash machine on Kings Road and the guy before us said he was really feeling my pal’s outfit… which consisted of pyjamas slippers and dressing gown, so my pal said thanks… with his hands proudly on his hips, and I then said that he was dressed like that because we’d been having hot sex all day and he couldn’t be bothered to change… at which point my pal and the stranger and his girlfriend all stopped and stared at me in disbelief, and after a well-timed pause I say I’m just kidding but wasn’t it funny…
It is possible that there’s just a surplus of Jewish actors and that the fact that EVERY lawyer and EVERY psychiatrist is played by a Jewish man is not intended as any kind of comment on or reflection of real society. Most of the Jews I know are right hippies, to be honest the hardworking professional Jew seems to be something of a rarity in the UK. Then again, most of the people I know are hippies, so…
Dude…you’re a hippie? There’s lsd in my freezer right now. You know between the ages of 15-25, I probably took hundreds and hundreds of hits. I also have seen the grateful dead 2 nights in a row. I hang out with people who have dredlocks. Even dated a girl with em. I know those are mostly esoteric things, but its the tip of the iceburg. I’m down with some hippie shit. You should let me crash on your couch. I’ll burn some sage or something.
I am a hippy, but you need to let go of this fantasy about crashing on my couch and move on. As I say, there are many fine hotels over here. Well, there are some fine hotels, and a lot of mediocre ones, like the Travelodge.
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Busy making 100s on eBay by selling clothes shoes and bags that I barely/never use… Instead of giving them away to charity as per - I might open an eBay shop… but what to sell. 
Another tea, then cardio and some weighted lunges n deadlifts, yay! 
I listed advice on eBay once. No bidders.
So I bought new luggage yesterday. It’s strange. Every time I’ve gone anyplace ever, I’ve always just used a duffle bag. Then I got a chunk of luggage given to me a few years back, and it kind of sucked but I used it anyway because I couldn’t justify getting a nice new hardside one because I kind of already had this other one.
Well…it’s gotten pretty thrashed, and I happened into a stack of loot recently, so I stumbled into a Macy’s and got a suitcase that I think can stop a bullet. Good luck busting my shit TSA. You’re gonna need it.
8 days until the first ship sails. Hitting the road in 4.
Booked another cruise to jump on right after I get off this one. So on the 15th I’ll be headed to Key West and Cozumel. This is starting to look like a 28 day vacation. I’ve been needing the rest.