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Hey, I can actually update this thing. Not that there's anything to say about anything I've done lately or anything haha. But at least I got a few minutes. I might have some more time almost every day now. I got taken off the job I was working on at work and put on some other job that's no where near as important. But it's very important to the boss, so that's what I'm working on. He wants to make spas. So rather than design a fan shroud that WILL make about half million dollars a year (with a sale price of $200 per unit and a manufacturing cost of $40 per unit and a guaranteed 2500 units per year), I'll be chasing a pipe dream that, while potentially could make upwards of $10 million a year ($2000 sale price with a $600 per unit manufacturing cost and a potential 5000 units per year), will undoubtedly turn into a monumental loss. It takes a lot of energy to reach down and pull the rug out from under someones feet and theres already people who are very well situated in the industry producing simlar products. So I'm not gonna be putting in double time just to further the debt along. So this week I've been putting in 8hrs per day.

I'm thinking I might move to Thailand in a while. I highly doubt I will, but it would be cool to do SOMETHING. I could live an entire year there with the EXTRA cash that I made last month alone. I could pay an entire years rent with just over one weeks pay. I could pay an entire months rent of an apartment there with the taxes taken out of one days pay. Or with the cash I make in a month I could buy a condo. Sure, AIDS runs rampant there and I'm liable to get killed within a matter of hours, but the same can be said with the strip clubs I go to. Well, maybe not, but it's funnier when I say that. But I think it'd be way cool to go down there cause I'd be like, way pimpin. I could just walk up to some chick n be all "hey baby, heres $20, go buy yourself a car" and she could actually DO it! And I LOVE tiny women and I love asian women. Thailand is, obviously, filled with them. I could go down there and just like .... outright BUY some chick. That'd be cool as hell. She could come here and do my laundry and I'd teach her how to work on my car n stuff. That would be funny as hell, "mom, this is Ta. She is my new wife. She doesn't speak a word of English but now she can do a brake job on a 91 Chevy S-10".

I'd have to take a class so I could speak a lil bit of Thai. At least a bare minimum so I don't go blazin through intersections cause I can't read the sign that said "stop". Of course, I could probably hire an interpereter to follow me around everywhere. Folks don't make that much there so I could just pay some dude $2000 and hire him for the whole damn year and I'd be paying him like 4 times what he made working in a factory so he'd be all "yes! now I can pay for my family all 14 of my kids and my sisters family and all 8 of her kids and my uncles family and all 12 of his kids!". I'd have a lot of fun there. I'd be like "ya know ... Lo Xen Jo ... That's a weird name. From now on you're gonna be Lorenzo." And he'd be so stoked that he's being paid so much more he'd be all "yes sir!" all enthusiastically. And we could cruise for chicks in his fly tricycle car thingy. I could totally pimp it out with a thumpin stereo system and 20s and airbags. And stop off in bars and be all "Ok Lorenzo, you gotta lay down some smooth ass lines on these chicks, I've been here for like 4 days already and I haven't gotten laid once." And he'd lay down some smooth local dude lines and bring back all kinds of hot lil Thai babes to my way happinin $80 a month pad and the party would commence.

Ok, maybe none of this would happen at all. Maybe what will actually happen is I'll get down there, get mugged right at the airport by some Vietnamese guy who comes up behind me and sticks a syringe in my neck with blood infected with HIV and a host of other diseases that he got out of some Loatian crack ho that he paid in heroin, which konked her out long enough for him to suck out some blood, and I'll get god knows what all diseases regardless of what happens after he sticks the needle in. Shortly afterward falling down off a fence in an alleyway while trying to break into my god forsaken shit hole apartment complex, of which I prepaid for an entire years rent online, that I thought was way nice, and looked so in the pictures, but turned out to be made of straw, mud, 2 by 4s, and spent ammunition shells in the late 60s by Vietnam veterans who decided to stay in southeast asia after serving their tour and is completely infested with rats and other curious creatures that have yet to be discovered or classified by western biologists. But maybe not. I've talked to a few guys who used to live in America and moved down there. They're all fine. They all seem to be upset cause someone they know died cause they didn't have medical insurance and got hurt though.

But, Damn it, I'm goin on 30 years old and all I can say about the things I've done is "yup, I've ridden a bike." Well I can say that I've ridden the T-Cups at Disneyland. It'd be nice to say that I've done and seen SOME thing in my 20s. It might kill me, but something eventually will. That was completely understood by me many many years ago. And I've always felt that it's not how many years of nothingness you've experienced but how many new, exciting and wonderful things you experience in the years that you're here.