Sundays come and Sundays go; without a calendar, it would be hard to tell them apart. Except when I’m out of town, like I was last week and will be next week. So, I guess this Sunday stands alone, even if it is a tad familiar.
When I got up to take my morning piss, I noticed this circle on the floor:
We kicked off the morning with the Candy Walk. I did one of my lame videos of the beginning of our journey. It’s eleven minutes long, but that’s why they make 2X speed to ease your suffering.
We dispensed 270 candy bags on our 6K walkabout.
I heard from the peanut vendor, Emmanuel, that he was once again experiencing breathing difficulties, and he asked me for some money to refill his oxygen tanks. I’ve helped him out in the past, and I wasn’t going to say no this time. We met up at the Baloy 7-Eleven while I was en route to the Hideaway feeding. There are now seven girls working at Hideaway (up from four), and the food total from Jewel was 1500 pesos. That provided some perspective on the money I had just given to Emmanuel. Food is nice, but air is better.
With the feeding accomplished, I headed for the beach.
Then we were off to dinner at John’s place.
A brief nightcap visit to Green Room, and then we were homeward bound.
As I continue my journey through the LTG archives, I’ve discovered that most of my posts back then were every bit as mundane and meaningless as they are today. And yet, here we are. But sometimes, there’s a flower among the thorns. A post from May 2005 called Sorry is a good example of that. It’s one paragraph saying I was going through some shit (I don’t recall what now) and was taking a break from the blog. But what made it worthwhile reading again was this comment from my mother:
the Brave man wins the battle, cause he fights and fights to win….many battles to be fought in a lifetime my darling son…..I love you….
Thanks for that, mom. You were right. My battle had only begun back then. I miss you!
I don’t recall viewing today’s YouTube vlogger previously, but the subject of online sextortion is something warranting situational awareness. Before my move here, I was scammed by a couple of the girls I’d met online, but not in this way. I just foolishly sent them money.
And we’ll cleanse the palate with these:
Okay, that’s enough for now. It’s Hash Monday and Leech My Nuggets is the Hare. He is known for his challenging, but well marked, trails. If this picture he posted is any indication, he has elevated his standards today:
And there is always the shortcut option.