May 30, 2025, Friday.
Concordia, Missouri.

I was in Alabama this morning. I woke up at 6:20. I ate a few biscuits and drank peach iced tea.

At 7:20, I arrived in Iuka. There were only 2 pallets of load, and they unloaded them right away. Loads for the army are like that. They put 2 packages in an empty trailer and send it off. The government pays for it anyway. Nobody cares about the dollars wasted.

That’s why long live capitalism. Down with communism.

I rushed to the Marathon Cheese warehouse for pickup, but the load was canceled before I even got there. Good thing too. It was a short-distance load anyway. I never like short distances.

Then I slept for two hours. They found a new load. All the way to Utah. Super. I have 3 days, oh, perfect.

I ate mashed potatoes, bread, and stuff. Before 2 PM, I arrived in Jackson, Tennessee. I loaded up and left. I took a shower at Flying J.

I think my belly is getting a belly. Still gaining weight.

I listened to Soner Sarıkabadayı for a bit. Then Simge Sağın again. Simge resembles Emma Watson in some photos.

Tomorrow $3000 will be deposited into my account, I’m very happy.

Whenever someone asks for money, they always ask by promising that everything will be beautiful and rosy.

But if you give them the money, all those roses suddenly wilt. The rose garden becomes a desert. Never give anyone a single penny. Let them deal with their problems. Let them even unfriend you. You unfriend them too. It will happen anyway after you give them the money. And since you’ll lose your money and still be the bad guy, then at least just be the bad guy, at least your money will stay in your pocket.

I need to write this down somewhere and hang it in front of my eyes. Because I sometimes forget. I let my guard down. I give the money, then I chase after it. Disgraceful. Fuck poor friends. Is there even such a thing as a poor friend? Look, son, you be yourself, don’t be friends with poor people. Everything good is with the rich. Love them, lick their boots, prepare small surprises for them.

No, actually. There are very honorable poor people. Just as there are very treacherous rich people. That’s life. Whoever comes our way. I’m still quite content with my situation. I’ve always met good people. One or two sons of bitches came my way, but most of the rest were genuinely good people. So now it’s bedtime. Good night.