Cloud Atlas

When I boarded the bus in the morning yesterday, I was surprised to see an old bus buddy. I haven't seen him in a long time, mainly because I have been departing for town at different times. He is the guy who ventures out to Kuli'ou'ou to help his 102-year-old sister. He's 88 years old now himself. I chatted with him all the way to town until he alighted at the Punchbowl Street transfer point. He still lives in senior housing in Nu'uanu.

Typical Ageless Hottie

My bus buddy looks good for his age. He is healthy and fully ambulatory. He's also a confirmed bachelor. So, in some respects, he reminds me of myself. While chatting with him, I noted his physical characteristics insofar as aging is concerned. Lots of old man spots and splotches on the skin. Missing teeth. Skeletal shrinkage and deformations. Bent fingers, probably from arthritis.

Typical Reflective Hottie

My bus buddy has obviously been retired for a number of years. He rarely cooks. Like me, he prefers to dine out. He spends a lot of time in front of the tube. What else can a senior citizen do? I tried to imagine that he was a reflection in the mirror of the future.

Typical Confidante Hottie

Incidentally, when I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I was not surprised to see the "chef" and Tom, the drunkard, sitting at the small dining room table and chatting. The "chef" has been playing all sides, which makes him a devious "backstabber." I doubt that Tom, the drunkard, is even aware that his confidante has been constantly calling the landlord and telling all. No, I take that back. For some reason, the devious "chef" did not disclose the real truth about the "accident" that destroyed part of the cinder block wall. So, right then and there, I gave Tom, the drunkard, an unopened big-ass boxed wine as a gift for being the total clown that he is.

I plan to play subtle mind games with the Slob Manor residents (except for Alan) until the day that I leave the dump for good. I never received any compensation for my clothes that were allegedly ruined in the washer, thanks to Tom's homeless buddy. No surprise. Not to worry, though. The clothes were not actualy ruined. I was able to remove the offensive odor after all. Yeah, mind games.

Scene from "Cloud Atlas"

I viewed the flick, "Cloud Atlas" (obtained via bit-torrent download), over a span of two days on the poor man's home theater system. That's probably the last good flick that will I will view during my remaining tenure at Slob Manor. Anyway, everything is interconnected. An event in the past may affect the future. Treachery. Freedom. Sort of like what's happening at the dump right now. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!