March 30, 2026, Monday.
Cranbury, New Jersey.

Started the week with a $524 loss today. In the morning, the truck’s front tire got sliced while trying to go over the railroad tracks. Then we called the tire guy, he came, sorted it out, we paid $524, and he left.

Well, these things happen. Life isn’t free. On one hand we’ll earn, on the other hand we’ll take a hit like this. Buy and sell, keep the economy spinning.

My mom fell and split her head open a little. Happened yesterday. She wasn’t feeling well today. Since she has Alzheimer’s, we can’t really communicate either, but normally she’s a woman who wanders around the house all day, yet today she barely got out of bed. Of course, I’m far away. But my poor sister, the poor girl is devastated at home, of course. It’s sad.

On the one hand, I watch short documentaries about the universe and stuff, and think about what empty creatures we are. How shitty this writing is, what garbage.

Our whole deal is people. Our whole deal is ourselves. We are nothing but ego. Let someone say the slightest thing, and it’s getting triggered, falling out, sulking, wanting to lash out. I disgust myself. But there’s nothing to do. We won’t sweat it. Just like a snail can live without caring, we can live too. It’s our right. We’re just animals, after all. Besides, life is short. No need to exaggerate. Everything will be over and done with in the blink of an eye.

I am filled with the happiness of having reduced my credit card debt, which had gone up to 45 thousand dollars last year, down to 10 thousand dollars. Next, I’ll pay my tax debt. Then, savings.

Got a little savings already. With İlker abi’s urging, I’ve been putting $250 every week into Bitcoin and the stock market since last July. That’s piled up quite a bit too. Of course, because Bitcoin dropped, it looks like I have a bit of a loss right now, but since I probably won’t touch that money for maybe another 10 years, it’s no big deal. That Bitcoin will go back up. Maybe it’ll even hit a million. That’s the hope. And if it doesn’t, well, fuck it.

There’s no job that pays as well as trucking anyway. We can’t quit. Even if we curse at it, we go back to driving the truck every morning. We’ll drop dead just like this. Quite positive. We were gonna drop dead somehow anyway, whether it’s this way or another.

The song’s name is “I Wrote My Love on the Mountains”
But the song actually has nothing to do with love
We named it like this to hide from the cops
I hope they don’t realize, I hope, yo

Walked in the bank with guns in our hand
Told my bestie let’s rob it and scram
Counted the money, wasn’t enough by far
Inflation’s so bad, couldn’t buy a car

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