Thursday, August 1, 2024.
Brentwood, California.

I’m bored. I’m very bored. For no serious reason. I make myself fall in love with someone and then break my own heart.

It leaked coolant last night. I got stranded. I walked. I-5 Northern California, Exit 215. I walked the freeway to the Valero gas station.

I called an Uber. It’s hard to get an Uber there. Luckily an uncle showed up, thank God. The Uber didn’t even cost $10, but I made another $30 Zelle and he sold me cookies. 10$ of the 30$ was for the cookies.

Ubered to the Ta Tey truck stop, got some coolant and came back.

I made a delivery in the morning, a beer delivery in Hayward.

Now I’m at the loading dock. They’re loading watermelons. Then I’m going to Stockton for a coolant repair.

I’m gonna take the watermelon to Washington, D.C. I think I’m gonna pick up some apples and go to Georgia.

I’m so unhappy. There’s no reason for it. Or a lot of reasons, but they’re just ordinary things. Same as everybody else: money and women.

Fuck this life.

It’s easy to write blandly like this. I could write like this every day. Every day the same thing: starting with I’m bored and ending with I’m unhappy.