bleeet
I’d actually started writing two different entries in the past few days that have been digitally crumpled up and thrown in the proverbial trash. I got pretty far along on the second one until I realized that I could not sustain it. It made absolutely no sense. Now, this is not abnormal in a flowing conversation, I’m willing to be swayed by argument, admit that I’m full of baloney, as long as you’re willing to make the argument. But to loose a logical argument to myself is an embarrassing situation.
So it’s Sunday night, and I’m sitting here listening to the oom-pa Mexican music from the neighbors around the block. The doors are open and it’s still stifling. I can picture myself in Rosarito, same heat, same music, same noisy cars rattling past the door going down the street. The neighbors across the street are Vietnamese. We are the only “white” household on the block, but it feels normal. It might say something about my socioeconomic situation, and how used to it I’ve become. My attempt to attain Jasperwood status is staring you right in the face, and it ain’t pretty.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of investigating new business opportunities. What sounded like a sure thing three weeks ago has turned into smoke, and is being transmuted before my eyes into wild thrashing about to find something that fits. In other words: nothing. My main business partner, with limited capital, has gone nearly into depression mode. We had a third partner with more substantial resources, that when the time came to start throwing down, he started talking about recouping his investment within the first two months. Pie in the sky, my friend, pie in the sky. I know this is America and all that, but the Internet bubble has burst, the eighties are long gone, and the lottery is still a buck. Anybody that knows of a sure thing out there that pays off as soon as you invest, please, let me know, I’m ready.
In the meantime, I’ve managed to hack this far along on the keyboard.
