Savior Redux

Extreme monk haircut restoration at the Institute of Hair Design (IHD) was on the agenda this morning. As you may recall, I have been going there for years. I have never received a bad haircut. And, the cost is very reasonable. I also know the headmaster, Leo, since he is a member of the gym. While my hair is being cut, I always observe the different haircuts of the students and other IHD patrons. The IHD is really a landmark of downtown.

Coffee has made a big comeback for me. I actually don't mind the expensive coffee from the coffee shop. There seems to be less caffeine in a cup when compared to the equivalent brew from the fast food joint. And, my primary purpose is to access the free wireless Net with my troublesome iPad® tablet computer.

The sole purpose of each day of my existence is ... working out at the gym. Somewhat pathetic, I know. What else can I do? I am an old codger, and working out has kept me appearing younger than my true age. Of course, I know my true biological age. Sometimes I am really bothered by that fact. Frankly, I am getting tired of this old age crap. If only I had a savior, like a certain fitness and training hottie. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

When I returned to Chaos Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to chat with the landlord. The arrangements to move to Waimanalo are complete. All that's needed is the exact day. I also queried the landlord about the possibility of Alan or I renting a unit a Chaos Manor once the renovations are completed. The landlord, however, was no longer open to the idea of having Alan as a tenant. Apparently, the landlord's son had gone into Alan's squalid room to take measurements. What he allegedly observed and smelled in there was the final deciding factor. Aside from all of the junk stacked up everywhere, the room has not been cleaned in the seven years of Alan's tenure.

So, that's the situation for the ol' lavahead right now. He will be moving to Waimanalo in a few weeks. He is still waiting for the moneygrubbing Chinks at the property management firm that oversees the Chinatown dormitory to return his money. And, now he's totally on his own, growing old and decrepit, while waiting for his savior.