A Life in the Day of Goof (ALITDOG)

[Redacted name]. [Redacted]Max. Might I have found yet another person to obsess over? Her voice is clear and energized with hints of goofiness in it. Her [redacted] are [redacted], her hair a bouquet, and her eyes large and brown. The world is hers. If the world weren't already hers I'd find a way to make it so. My best is yet to come. I am on radio stations with Elon, being interviewed, being reached out to. I will be the guy, the vibe people wanna be and be on. I am someone [redacted name] could and will desire as much as I desire her. I am making life my bitch. I had a thought of interviewing road construction crews just now. I am getting in contact with whoever authorities or department I need to in order to make that happen. This is something I've always wanted to do. I want to know what the FUCK they're doin. Im glad to give my mom hope and show her that we can take (back) control of our lives. It doesn't even require thinking outside the box, it literally onl...

So now  I sit in the airport. It is sunny and a few rows in front of me, waiting is a beautiful woman and her young son. Im trying to avoid looking at her which is proving to be difficult. I didn’t get to report one of my days so I’ll attempt to do so here, briefly. The morning of the day I didn’t report I drover to the French Quarter to go to Loretta’s which is in the French Market, that lil cool terminal bazaar thing I was telling you about. I made it on time, for some reason, according to Google they were closing @ 3pm so I made sure to be in line around 2:30pm. I feel like google was wrong though–it would’ve been strange to close so early when it was so busy and bustling. The line had grown long behind me and no one at Loretta’s had tried to shut it down, further evidence that Google was wrong. There was a standing bouquet of flowers to the right of me which I had overheard from the lady behind me had to’ve been dedicated to Loretta, who she said passed away last week. I hadn’t...

Journaling as I go today. Currently in the car with Lorn sipping pecan iced latte with caramel from PJ’s. I got what Em got! Em is on their way to get their hair bleached and cut and they will meet back up with us later here in downtown! Downtown has more of a city feel, riding into it on the bridge feels like coming into Baltimore–the Royal Farms arena replaced by the Superdome. Before leaving the Garden District I found Sno-LA, which is walking distance and in the direction of Cooter Brown. Sno-LA is the home of the cheesecake filled snowball, I’ll be hitting them up soon so that’ll be another thing I get to scratch off my to-do list. Speaking of to-do lists, today has been a major day so far for scratching shit off. Firstly me and Lorn went to the Cafe Du Monde at the location I dreamed of visiting on Decatur Street. We tried, at my request, to do the “sit at a dirty table” scheme in order to skip the line–a trick I learned from Youtube. So we sat at a table with a rag and spray-bot...

Today, man, today. Well first let me start w/ last night and how I slept. I had quite the violent dream. Someone in it was pestering me and so I gave them a big boot to the face. In doing so I kicked the FUCK out of the arm of the couch I was sleeping on. It made such a loud noise that I woke myself u[ and prayed that I didn't wake Em up in the next room. I set no alarm and woke back up around 10 or 11am. Took a shower, changed--actually wait lemme back up. I had a war with the damn shower knobs--no matter which way I turned any three of them the water came out limp and flaccid. I usually make it a habit to ask my keepers the best shower practices, tips and such but as Lorn was out and Em was still asleep I couldn't. Oh, this happened after I took a shit by the way. It was a forced-shit, which normally isn't how my morning shits work but I wanted to empty my stomach to make room for all the yummy food I'd eat today. However, jokes on me, as I write this (now 8pm) I have...