ASIAN PEOPLE DON'T CARE ABOUT OTHER ASIANS..

I just had a crazy emtional experience. It went from Shock, worried to Anger in a spane of 1 minute.

I'm in the library. A friend calls me. Wants to talk to me. So I told her call back in 1 minute. We are not allowed to use the cellphone in the library. I've had the library police scold me before. I see 2 Asian ladies sitting at the table next to mine. So I unplugged my laptop and took it over to their table.

I asked the to watch my laptop. I'll be right back. I just need to make a phone call. They nod their head.

I talked outside for 9 minutes. When I walked back into the libarary....I don't see the ladies. I walked to the table and do not see my laptop! What the fuck??? Those stupid ass Asian ladies stole my laptop! Unfucking believable!

I looked around, walked around and saw the two ladies in a classroom. I walked in on them. I asked them where is the laptop. They say sorry, they forgot. They have a class and forgot. ARe you fucking serious!!! So, in their classroom I chastised them! "You left my laptop on the table all by itself? And look (I pointed at the table) Someone has stolen the laptop!"

Their faces is what angered me the most!!! There was no reaction of shock..sorrow or OMG!!! No, it was 2 faces of calm and just ....oh, sorry, we forgot.

Never trust Asian people. If I was white, they would have guarded that laptop with their lives.

The tough things about being Homeless.

I've come to realize lately my blog has less and less posts of me being homeless. Its more of my stupid stories and me bitching about the world. And today, something odd came into my email. Someone from the Asian English newspaper want to interview me about Homeless Asians.

I personally wouldn't mind or care. But the news to the few friendships I still preciously hold on to would be destroyed.

What is it like to be homeless?- ------

Truthfully, its not all that bad. Last weekend, I ate at a Buffet. Watched "Hangover" at the movie theatre. Not a horrible life you people imagined huh?

What is the toughest issue about being homeless?----------

By far the number issue...Loneliness. You can't find new friends because..well..who wants to befriend a homeless person? The badge of "homeless" is worse than a badge of drug addict.
And the old friend who used to have...well who wants to continue being a homeless loser's friend?

The toughest inconvenience----------------
Definitely your hygene. If you have to go use the bathroom in Seattle, and you look homeless...I don't think most people understand how tough it is to find a place. I give you a crazy example.
One day, I really really had to take a piss. I went to DESC on 3rd and Cherry. DESC, a nonprofit who's motto is about helping the homeless, well they wouldn't let me use the bathroom!!! To this day, I'm still baffled by that. The person at the front desk says I have to be a registered client.

Basically, being homeless is really not that tough of a life. However, should your feet gets tired and want to lay down and take a nap...good luck trying to find a comfortable place.

I tell you what is the toughest thing for a homeless person..............
Trying to financially jump from being homeless to a house. First, last month's rent and a deposite. Electricity....bills...well you people in the general public understand.


Over all...being homeless is not that hard. But would I like to live in a nice house??? Hell yea!

Wishy Washy Ex

I've tried to get my son and his mother to come to Seattle to visit. An opportunity to take him camping and get away from Utah. I've offered to pay for everything. Last month, she says ok. Now she doesn't want to. She wants to go visit Vietnam. I was upset but ok with it.

This morning she calls and now I've agreed to give her $800 dollars a month when she goes to Vietnam to help her. I'm very ok with her going to Vietnam. I believe my son needs to learn a second language. But when she comes back, she will not have a job. So I've agreed I would give her $800 even after she returns to Utah for living expenses.

So, Benjamin, when you read this when you are older, I try and do whatever I can. But man, your mother is so Wishy Washy and have no clue how lucky she is still have an ex willing to help her.

Sigh

Beach house

The car on the left is mine

Low tide. Picture of the house from the water

The veiw of the ocean from my room

Bald eagle!

So again, I pretended to be normal and joined some old friend at a beach house. Its owned by an old friend's sister. I really had fun and enjoyed myself. It was bitter sweet being there.

Sweet- Nice to goto the beach, eat good food and have company.

Bitter- Realized how humans really don't care for other humans.

As I drove to the ferry dock and off, I pass homeless people. These rich folks that have beach houses would never invite a homeless person to there home. They would not give .5% of there income to give someone a better life. Sigh. But a stray dog....they bend over backwards for it.

Crazy rich these people are. The beach house is worth close to 2 million. And they don't spend very much time there. They have a main house in Seattle. Inmagine how nice their Seattle home must be! On top of that, they have a ski lodge in Whistler! The property tax on that beach house is more than I make a year! Sick. The owners are around my age too. They been retired for 14 years. And their kids are only 13 and 16.

I still think its funny. A homeless man hanging around a 2 million dollar beach house. If they only knew!