Once a geeks always a geek. The techie way of thinking never really leaves you. Access to a computer or not. This can lead to some messed up musings
There are all sorts of web 2.0 websites with names like flickr, frapper, and tumblr. Most are all Ajaxy and more often than not used Google Maps. So why to an new one? I give you Poopr.
If frapper can listed members of communities by there locations on Google Maps, why can't the same be applied public restrooms? Its genius! And I wish it already existed - I could really use something that handy.
Wow, what if GPS was added:
...turn right in 500 yards, toilet will be on your right...
Then its only natural to branch out into review and posting on site pictures. I'm sure I'd find a user-base, the net is wonderfully odd that that. If Gas Buddy has a following so can Poopr. And just think, they could be a partner, gas prices along with the restroom review!
Oh well, one can dream.
And this will probably be the last daily update. Its just a bit too challenging to pull off when sales clerks are watching. But all things considered its is still one of my better attempts are regular blogging. It also marks the last time I will be stopping by the house. It was not by choice. My medication made that decision for me.
Like my site masthead say: Gone. Sorta. For now.
...and yes, I did consider the name: CrapprI have found that the car is a tad cramped to write in for long periods of time. And the parks, while open and airy, are full of bugs. Eat N Park seemed to work well, so why not a real diner?
Sadly, the closest I can get, without going downtown, that is open all night: Russitano's. Small, smoky, and their coffee sucks. What more could I ask for? None the less, this is my base camp for the next few hours. Probably for the 1st and last time.
While the place has a dingy charm and life at this hour, it also has a 40 cent refill charge for java. Eat N Park has them beat on price and taste, but at the moment, I just need it to keep me awake. So bring on the bitter brown water.
Tomorrow will bring more of the same, trying out yet another place to burn the earlier hours of the day. Just a booth to fill and wait for the sun to rise as I write. A place to be other than in the car or on the road. It seems that the the police don't really like idol cars between the hours 1-4 am.
Most of the time there is nothing technically illegal about sleeping in a car in a lot, or public area. But the boys in blue like to check in and its rather hard to get any rest. Learned that one the hard way. Not that I'm bothered by it, I have always been more of a night owl anyway. Ironically the cops also seem to haunt the late night eateries that call to me as well.
Baseless mobility is an interesting experience, and I'm at best, only 2 days into it. Not start. No end. Everything I need, at least in the short term, is at hand, on board and travels with me.
I guess its is just a side effect of packing and leaving. The plan really isn't a plan at all. It develops in front as you make it, random to the highest possible degree. Turn here to stay close of "home"? Or keep going in the other lane - the road out of town in any direction. The questions become complex when one realizes that the reasons to stay tethered seem to be fading.
As bold as it all sounds, little things become major beacon-like issues. A place to sleep is not really a consideration for most. We grow used to the idea that there will always be options. When they disappear we are forced, however reluctant, to make our own.
Now its just my thoughts and I. As tempting as it is to lay blame, one can only be accountable to self, no matter how others may have contributed. However, I left on my own accord. Seeking a mix a escape and redemption that is nowhere in sight, but still the goal in the end. All the while, avoiding the mess of an ordered and heated expulsion. My own weakness saved others the trouble.
All of this gives me time to consider my past and future. Hopefully to see where I have been and how I worked my way into the tangled hell that is now. The result of which has me sitting at a diner in the early morning.
Time to finish this post (written long hand, hours before it will ever see the net), this more than greasy food and gulp down the crappy coffee. After which, a thought problem faces me, that has nothing to do about how to actually upload this post.
The thought is a monster at the core of my nature, that grew in the shadows of the smiles for years. I failed to face it time and again, working only to cover and not to fix. The fallout worse every time. Complicated, yet common but all my own.
How many days to reach a coast?No story is easy to start; no classic "Dark and Stormy Night". This is what rattles around in my head, as I try to start my own personal tale. I am driven to do so in hopes that it will serve as a mild distraction and explanation from the situation I find myself in. Which is redundant, since the story is that of the situation. But it is my life, and what is a blog if not pure vanity. Good or Bad.
So, I sit here, at 3:46 am, at a local Eat N Park. Now on my third cup of coffee after a slice of Peachberry pie. This may be a rare treat. Shelter and monetary stability trump food of any sort - even for a fat man.
I packed up and left home at 3 pm the previous day. At the time it seemed like the best option. Over 12 hours later and its rather hard to make a call on that move. Value and weight are yet to be determined.
The last resort of a fuck-up, as outlined to me many times before. But this time the execution was different. Where last time I had only a destination; this time I only have the transportation. Part of me wants to joke, and let the sarcasm flow. While I may be the biggest screw-up in the family, at least I have consistency! Although it scores nothing for me in the bonus rounds.
Some may see this as an end. Other, as a beginning. I just see a challenge. Neither good or bad, just an end to safety and security. You work with what you have. And I just played my hand. Now I have to wait. To wait and see just how weak of a hand it was.
To keep the sad allusion to poker going... Now wouldn't be a bad time to take stock of my chip count. Shockingly, I'm no high-rolling whale. So I don't see many comped meals and rooms in my future. But I'm not reduced to the penny slots. Nickles will be enough to get by.
Whatever happens now, the bets are made. I knew this day would come. Frankly, I had it coming to me. At some point I gave in, gave up, and rode the wave till it crashed. Buying into what made others feel good. Making a preemptive move seems for the best. Saves some trouble for all involved. And that's what I will tell myself till I find a place to sleep tonight.
There is a lunar eclipse in about a half hour from now. What kind of omen is that?