August 24, 2025, Sunday.
Port St. Lucie, Florida.

I got the flu. I hate getting sick. I picked up 20 tons of watermelons from Washington, Indiana, I will deliver them to Pompano Beach, Florida in the morning. Miami metropolis. It’s humid, the weather is hot and rainy. People are lively. They are living their lives, the lucky ones. We are unluckier than them as workers, but we are also lucky compared to those who don’t work and go hungry, I guess.

What if I had been born handsome. What if I had a beautiful voice. What if I had millions of teenage girl fans. What if I earned millions of dollars. What if my aunt had a dick, but it just didn’t happen. I drive a truck because I have the hair, beard, and ass and belly suitable for driving a truck. Actually, it’s a good thing I drive a truck. I went out in public a little bit just now and oh my God, what girls there are. It’s a good thing I don’t go out in public every day and it’s a good thing I don’t see these girls every day. May God spare them all for their owners. May they be far from me and close to God. Amen.

I ate pasta. Because I don’t like meat much, I put pasta next to pasta and ate it. I ate pasta on top of pasta. If you don’t want to eat meat, you have a hard time. Everywhere sells chicken meat, cow meat, pig meat. Trying to look for and find something meatless takes a lot of effort. I actually love bread a lot but it’s hard to find bread around here too.

My credit card debt is 36 thousand dollars right now. I can lower it to 35 or 34 in a week or two. And there is 3000 dollars in Bitcoin. Listen to your brother İlker, live your life. If I have 30 thousand dollars of Bitcoin, every time it rises 2%, it will provide me a 600 dollar profit, and with this profit I can fuck an expensive and beautiful 600 dollar whore. My brother İlker said so. Honey drips from my brother İlker’s mouth.

The league started, which is good. Where is Sergen? He’s not here. I am watching Beyaz Futbol to pass the time. Plus, the most enjoyable thing to read on the dictionary is the football threads. There are very sincere curses. I read them and burst into laughter over and over. My tooth hurts. Maybe I’ll go to the dentist in Tijuana in the coming weeks. While I’m there, I’ll also meet up with one or two sweet 18-year-old escorts. It will be good, it will be beautiful. Life means 18-year-old escorts. If there were no 18-year-old escorts, life wouldn’t have any meaning anyway.

I’m bored, Sabri. I’m feeling overwhelmed. I came across a pornstar named Angelina Colon. Her eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful. Chubby. Just my type. They had the girl play in a porn or two years ago, then she vanished and disappeared. We can’t find one to kiss. People find her and fuck her brains out, ejaculate all over her mouth and face, and if that’s not enough they also record it and put it on the internet. Let a meteor hit us so we can be saved. Because I’m jealous. I am bursting with jealousy.

But there are also those who are jealous of my situation. I met 4 undocumented Middle Easterners. One is a woman. They bombarded me with questions like “How did you become a citizen? Where did you find the wife to marry?”. The one who is a woman also offered money so I would marry her. But I think it’s too little money. How much money should one get for citizenship. If it were up to me, I’d ask for 50 thousand dollars, I swear. Is it a joke? You’re going to be an American citizen, it’s not easy. My God, throw millions of dollars down on my head from the sky so I can fuck all the 18-year-old escorts. Amen.

I am sick. It’s best if I sleep. Fuck this kind of life. Let me fuck the shit out of this kind of life. But don’t say that. Living is very beautiful. Look, tomorrow will be a brand new day. The sun will rise again. Birds, roosters will crow. Chickens will lay eggs. Cows will moo. Let’s watch “En Büyük Şaban” then. Enjoy watching.