Monday, June 7, 2010

10,000 degrees

Its hotter than shit out here and the ground is starting to look like one big whirlpood of steaming sand.
A homeless man asked me for a dollar today and I sold him a bag of weed instead. I thought it was more appropriate.
I am one with the desert. There is no pain and no pleasure, just heat. I am the phoenix sun.
Not sure what I am going to do when this 88 cent bottle of sunkist lemonade runs out. But I will figure something out.
Nothing to write about right now, but still 18 minutes before I have to go back to work. Dont want to spend one more minute in this cesspool. The girl at the gym was cute enough, but she looked like she had a drug problem that couldnt be handled. She was spinning out of control, caught in this whirlwind known as the Mojave.
Oops, all out of soda. Going to have to find something else to pass the time.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

An inconvenient proposal, a modest truth

I read that your net income can be calculated by taking the net incomes of your closest friends and averaging it.
Its scary how true this is. Lately I am tipping the average downward for a lot of my friends.

But it makes sense right? Rich people hang around rich people. Poor people hang around poor people. Middle class hang with middle class.

It would be incongruent for Donald Trump to be hanging out with a homeless person. Even if they got along, it would be awkward.

So how do we improve our lot in life if we cant just jump social classes with ease. Thats a difficult question.
My answer is this. Find a way to bring all your friends with you as you improve. In my circle, we all want to make it big. Not just mediocre, but huge.

At this point, most of us are starting to realize that takes education or hard work. Lotto thinking is a thing of the past. It really is a matter of making it happen. Thats the hardest part. Taking the risk and seeing where it goes.
I've never slept good, so now I read about investing during the night, while the rest of the world dreams of money.
Even though I have no money to invest.

Believing in signs is very important. Watch for them, and they will start to appear. And it would be best to follow them. Sometimes what you thought was a sign was not a sign. But you followed it anyway. After doing this enough, you learn to tell the difference.

Friday, June 4, 2010

It is too hot out here

Frying like an oven in the dry heat of the desert. 150 miles to go.
Nothing like being by yourself 14 hours a day. Thankful for my friends who I call every 5 minutes. Surprised they still answer.
The sound of the crackheads outside. It reminds me of a drug rehab. But not the fun kind. Not the kind you see on tv. No one likes to see the reality of it. The cracked freebase pipes, the burnt-out faces. The dirty fingernails.
It's been like this for too long now. What am I doing out here in the desert?

It's raining sunshine and I have no umbrella. Just this pocket full of sand. Drifting on a memory. Waiting for the dawn.

The television is my best friend. The internet is eternal.
Time passes, the world turns. I am.