Went up to Johnny B's today because I haven't eaten in a while. Had myself two tacos a margarita and a vodka water. Breakfast of champions. What did you have?
Then I jumped on my trike and took the wrong way home. I took Hwy 98 back and almost got run over when I veered off onto a dirt road. Then I had to leave my trike because it got fucked up on the road.
So I walked to what I thought was the way home and spent an hour trying to hitchhike. A great guy named Glen finally stopped and brought me home, and it wasn't where I thought it was. I owe the guy a favor and he knows where to find me.
I am home now and my bike is out in the sticks somewhere.
I'm all messed up. I can't get images up on this blog anymore. Without images my words don't mean shit. So, I quit...
I had more than 55,000 items on my blog. Yesterday I downloaded them to my hard drive and now I have a new contract with my server host, and I'm moving them back up there.
I have no idea why they made it work this way, but they did. In the meantime my blog is dead. My little laptop is working it's ass off transferring everything back.
All to create a new site at a lower cost.
I've been working with a nice young guy named Phil for two days, but I have to honestly wonder if that's his real name, or is it just short for Philippines.
He will be calling back in a few hours to see how this huge fucking data transfer is going, and I will ask him.
I'm sure the whole thing is just a cost cutting method for the hosting company, and since I've taken advantage of their generosity for years, how the hell can I bitch.
If you've landed on my blog and are reading these words, the whole thing worked. A couple of recent Posts are missing, but what the fuck.
Often times life doesn't make sense. I've discovered this over many years of participating in it, and it's proving itself to be that way again.
I finally got myself settled into this little trailer park in southern Alabama for the month of October, rent paid to both the trailer owner and the space landlord, along with utilities.
I'd already gotten thrown in the hospital and lost my phone, both as a result of drinking last month. Then I managed to recover and was looking forward to life on a day by day sober basis.
Suddenly my closest family said trailer living was not acceptable for me, I had fucked it up, and it was time to move into a nursing home. No more independent living for me, I've been evicted.
So, I will have two options at that point. Go along with the new plan and accept a nursing home, or my grand-daughter will get an emergency power of attorney and I won’t have the power to make any decisions for myself any longer. I will end up in a nursing home/mental facility because I'm a danger to myself and others.
Man it's good to have family!
I spent this morning chatting on the phone with a nice young guy from the Philippines. He wanted more money than I wanted to give him and I think we worked it out.
And no, he wasn't getting me off! He represented my web hosting site, the folks that maintain this blog and a bunch of other sites I've created over the years. I get this kind of bill once a year and this time it was $200.
It got me to thinking what the hell am I doing... so I called them. He told me that since I was a long time good customer we could bring the bill down significantly. I was about ready to tell them to turn the whole thing off so he had my interest.
The first thing we needed to do was create a backup of oldmanjim.com on my laptop, then rebuild everything on a new platform. As a result, a backup has been running all morning and hopefully there's enough room on my hard drive.
He's going to call me tomorrow and we'll proceed from there. Yea I was ready to flip the script and shut down this drivel of nonsense from my brain to the world. I suppose if my hard drive fills up, we will.
I need to go shopping since I'm out of food but I don't trust my brain to drive over the bridge into Florida. I wish there was some online service you could check some boxes and get food delivered to you. There probably is, maybe I could even get off.
I've made a new friend, he sells his hot dogs in a lot facing the Circle K. I had one yesterday and did the same today. I have him load them up with everything and they're great.
He mentioned Glen Campbell who was playing on his stereo, and I told him about listening to the guy when I hitched across the U.S. on route 66.
I'll take every friend I can get now. Local family is bailing on me because of my alcohol issues, even though I'm working out now and staying sober. The only person I can truly rely on is myself. Note to self, go grocery shopping today.
My little local lady friend kissed me yesterday. It was quite sweet actually.
I won't be taken over to see the dogs anytime soon, because I am not worthy. I know we miss each other, I feel it in my heart.
I have some strange medical thing going on, I'm really dizzy lately. I don't know what that means, it's not booze related.
I tend to buy my morning coffee at the Circle K. They have a nice machine that whips up a fresh cup quickly. Then I mosy across the street to the water and drink it there. That bridge is my link to Florida, where I shop for the most part.
I've got my phone back. Good people do still exist in the world. I really miss the dogs in Pensacola so I better include myself in that list if I want to see them. So, getting straight and working out today, I'll see what I can do.
Not that the end of me would be bad. It does means this blog would end, and I've had more than a million hits in the last couple of months.
I know I'm an issue with the scarce family I have left. I'm sorry about that Riley Jessica and Shelby. And I suppose there are still a few diehard viewers out there that read this and still care. Referring to Skoge and Beryl I must add.
But what if I just bought the farm? In the first place it would have to be cheap, because my income base ain't what it used to be. Sorry, what a stupid expression, I mean just die. I can't believe I've lasted this long anyway. I watch the news talking about U.S. citizens, and I most certainly am one.
Born in a navel hospital in Long Beach, CA 79 years ago. My dad was a Pearl Harbor Navy veteran with a rich Texas background. My mom was as American as apple pie. I am as real a citizen as you can get, and I count!
Until I don't. I have no idea what value I give to the world now. My phone is out there with somebody, and hopefully they drop it by today. My value as a human has been rapidly declining for the last 25 years, but I still write about it.
All I can do now is say thanks. Thank you for wondering what kind of maddness I'm up to lately, how drunkingly stupid have I got lately, and I really hope I haven't dissappointed you.
Best wishes!
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