Good morning Sheridan, Wyoming.

– How are your days?

+ I work every day. I’m always on the road. Truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, truck.

– When is vacation?

+ Well, vacation is for the rich. For the poor, slavery lasts forever. But maybe around January. Work, work, work until winter, when it snows I’ll rest a little on the roads, blah blah blah.

– When will we be rich?

+ We won’t be rich. But we can find other reasons to be happy. For example, at least we are not in Africa. This is an important chance. We are very lucky in this respect. Not only Africa, but also Southeast Asia, the drug cartel world of Latin America, Eastern Europe (Ukraine, Russia), the Middle East (Palestine, Israel, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen)… Ohooo… We are very, very lucky.

Wealth is not a common thing anyway. In the world, 0.8% are rich, 99.2% are not. So being rich is like winning the lottery. Very few people are that lucky. Poverty is much more normal. So we shouldn’t feel sorry for ourselves for nothing.

For example, the chance of a human being being being born is one in 400 trillion. From that point of view, we hit the lottery. We might not have been born. We wouldn’t have lost anything, but we’ll disappear anyway. We will be no different from the unborn.

From that point of view, the difference between us and the unborn is an extra 50-60 years of life. A different experience. For better or worse, a lot of colors, a lot of smells, a lot of tastes – I think it’s a good thing; if we don’t like it, it’s a short adventure anyway, it’s going to pass away, it’s not worth getting upset about.

Now, maybe you didn’t expect such an answer, I’ve gone on too long, I apologize. But I wanted to give an answer that was both realistic and as positive as possible. I took your question seriously, maybe a little too seriously, but I think it was good. Could you please smile?

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Two news recently caught my attention. One is that the son of a former minister killed his grandmother, that one. The other is that a Siemens executive disappeared with his family in a helicopter crash.

These are the people we look up to and envy: state leaders, company executives. But which of us is willing to let our child kill our mother? Which one of us dreams of having an accident and disappearing with our family?

That’s why we shouldn’t envy anyone, we shouldn’t envy anyone. Life is like that, the world is not like that. If the saddest thing is losing your mother, for example, the richest person loses their mother one day. If the sweetest thing is hugging your mother and eating your mother’s food, even the poorest can taste it.

The most beautiful things are those that cannot be bought or sold with money. The most painful things are helpless and equal for everyone.

Even if you are the richest person in the world, your son can destroy you.

There is no guarantee that those you envy today will not be miserable tomorrow. In short, there is no life to envy. The best food is the food that fills your belly. The best air is the air you breathe. The most beautiful mother is your mother. The most beautiful country is your hometown. The most beautiful poetry is poetry written in your mother tongue and the most beautiful life is your life.

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Yesterday morning I woke up at 7 a.m. I had a bagel and cream cheese. I had my coffee. I was at the reloading address at 8. They reduced the load by about 1170 to 1360 kilograms. This load is onions. Each sack weighs 22.5 kilograms. They probably reduced it by 55 sacks.

Later I found out that they had their own scales somewhere out there. Not inside the facility but somewhere in the town. The woman told me where it was, but I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, because at that moment I thought it would be of no use to me.

When I left the office, it dawned on me, why the hell wouldn’t it be of any use to me, I’ll have to check my weight now anyway. But I didn’t go back to the office. Because Google was already showing me a scale address on the map.

Did we wait here yesterday for nothing? If I went to that weighing center right away, would they have done it yesterday? Honestly, I don’t think so. One, the woman didn’t even tell me about this weighing center yesterday. I think she didn’t tell me on purpose. Because they didn’t want to wait. It was already late. Two, today I asked the woman if they would have waited; she said it was already late, we wouldn’t have waited.

I went to the scale on the map and another company appeared on the map. This was not the place the woman had described. Here the fee was 10 dollars, but they didn’t charge me. They didn’t take cards, only cash. I don’t carry cash with me much. But you should always carry some. I had 10 dollars in cash, but they didn’t take it, so I didn’t give it to them.

Then I weighed myself again in Loves. I arranged the tandems.

There were soldiers in Loves. A beautiful blonde girl was also a soldier. Tastes are different, though. I like short, chubby girls. Beauty contests have the opposite criteria of skinny and tall. What about me? I like short, petite, petite, petite, but chubby, chubby breasts, chubby breasts, chubby belly. It doesn’t bother me at all. I’m fat myself. And the butt is chubby, oh good. This blonde girl looked a bit chubby too. I love cheeks and stuff. Her hair is blonde and her skin is white. But of course she’s my daughter’s age. How many of the old pedophiles are left.

Anyway, she was like a baby, the chubby yellow girl. I couldn’t get close to them even when I was young because I always saw yellow girls as a superior race or something. I get breathless and speechless when I see them. How dare you, that girl, I say to myself.

Of course, there are many blondes who are not beautiful. I’m only talking about the ones I like. Baby-faced, tiny noses, blonde hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, short stature, chubby, big breasts and so on. Fortunately, I didn’t meet many girls like that. Maybe three, four, maybe five times in my 37 years of life I have met girls who fit this description. I don’t want any more. Because then I feel sad. You want to suck those lips, those breasts, that yellow… naturally.

Anyway, sir. Then I drove 8 hours non-stop to Butte, Montana. Actually, I was going to stop, but when the call came, I decided to kill time talking on the phone.

In Butte, I had a sandwich, took a shower, bought diesel and then drove for 2-3 more hours and slept in a rest stop a little more than an hour before Billings.

I woke up once or twice during the night, but slept for almost 10 hours until morning. This morning I drove to Billings, buried two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, had coffee, showered, and now I’ve been on the road for 3 hours. It’s now a quarter after 1:00 in the afternoon. I listened to some audiobooks on YouTube. Other than that, keep driving, we have a long way to go. See you soon.

Oh, and today is Friday. The weekly salary will be paid. I’ll bury it in the credit card. I’m so happy. 🙂