Everyday I wake up and want a drink or drugs
Some days I feel so disconnected, bored and empty and the thought of a beer or a little weed just to ground me, make me present is so justifiable in my mind....
But I know where that road leads. Just say no and endure.
i like people that went too far....
failed alchoholic artist painting in a garage, millionaire that lost his mind chasing another zero, meth head under the bridge talking to himself like a prophet, fighter with brain damage still running at 5am, waitress chain smoking after shift staring into traffic, etc,
thats real life to me
not polished status robots comparing watches, followers, who got invited where
dont care if someone is rich or homeless. i care if theres something burning inside them
This sentences by Van Gogh hits hard:
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
I borrowed an umbrella from my Airbnb host in Kyoto. I forgot to return it when I checked out, and realized when I was already on the train to Osaka.
I felt terrible. It was a nice umbrella, not a cheap one. I messaged the host apologizing.
She responded: "No problem! Enjoy the umbrella. It's yours now."
I said I'd mail it back. She said "please don't. Postage costs more than an umbrella. Just use it and think of Kyoto when it rains."
I insisted I wanted to return it. She said "okay, but I have a different idea. Next time you see someone who needs an umbrella and doesn't have one, give them this umbrella. Tell them to do the same when they are finished with it. Maybe an umbrella travels all around Japan helping people."
That idea was so beautiful I agreed.
Two weeks later I was in Hiroshima and it started pouring. A woman with a baby was standing under an awning looking stressed. No umbrella, the baby was crying.
I walked over and gave her the umbrella. Told her the story in broken Japanese. She understood enough.
She tried to refuse but I insisted. Told her "when you're done with it, give it to someone else who needs it."
She nodded, said thank you about ten times, and hurried off with her baby.
I got soaked walking back to my hotel but felt good about it.
Sometimes I wonder where that umbrella is now. Hope it's still traveling, still helping people.
Turns out legendary arms dealer Victor Bout (Obama famously prisoner-exchanged him for the lesbian WNBA player who tried to bring a weed cart into Russia) not only has an account here, but is posting brutally frank third-world taxi driver geopolitical analysis.