Grease

I departed for Hawai'i Kai from Waimanalo earlier than usual to connect to an earlier bus to town. Naturally, the bus was five minutes earlier than scheduled. So, I missed the connection. I suppose that even the bus drivers assume that everyone has a "smartphone" with an unlimited data plan in order to constantly check the GPS arrival times. The bus ride to town was annoying. The passengers, regardless of social class, are barbaric in behavior. A 1.5 hour bus ride becomes a nightmare of epic proportions.

Being set back by missing an intended bus really disrupts any planned agenda. Thirty minutes makes a big difference. In such a scenario, I am forced into the default agenda and itinerary once I arrive in town. The real problem, of course, is that my mobile starting point is Hawai'i Kai, which is at the East periphery of Honolulu. Very inconvenient, to say the least.

As I mentioned previously in the "blog," I must pack for both day and evening outings prior to lraving Waimanalo. Once I complete my agenda in town, I must ride the bus back to Hawai'i Kai drop off my day "stuff" (i.e., gym bag) in my vehicle. I must also remove any wet clothing and towels to lay out to prevent moldy odors. Then, I must transfer the necessities to my sackpack prior to embarking on my evening outing. It all seems ridiculous, but that's the procedure. If that sounds like a homeless guy living out of his automobile ... well, the homeless motorhome (i.e., minivan) would be a better option. Most people wouldn't think twice about simply driving everywhere. The automobile has become a prosthetic extension of the foot.

With that said, I have mummified my search for rental housing in town. Room rentals are extremely expensive (i.e., $800 to $1,200) and sparse. And, no one seems to want a geriatric fool for a housemate either. Only thirty-somethings and below need apply. Apartment rentals are not available to me because I have no verifiable income. Monthly rent is extremely high (i.e., $1,000 to $1,500 for a studio). Vehicle parking often incurs yet another monthly expense of at least $100 per month. No, thanks.

The studio in Waimanalo is actually a good deal. Anything equivalent in town would command about $1,100 per month for rent minimum. Unfortunately, the situation is temporary. Given the landlord's past behavior, I could be given notice to vacate at any time. That's not a problem for me because I would already be homeless on the street if the landlord did not offer me the temporary accommodations. For that, I am grateful.

Actually, the studio in Waimanalo would be perfect for a retired "homebody," someone who spends a lot of time at home sleeping, convalescing, or sitting in front of the shrine-like tube. However, that's just not me. My daily activities are limited, but I just cannot allow myself to vegetate in a tomb-like room for very long. In addition, I have only a handful of "good years" before I become a convalescent "basket case."

Returning to Hawai'i Kai from town in the afternoon is about as bad as in the morning. I have been riding the express bus with the wage slaves. Not a great experience. The Hawai'i Kai wage slaves are no better behaved than their barbaric peon brethren. Clearly, the breakdown of social order in empire has been long in the making. Little wonder why the "one percent" have invoked police state tyranny to combat the fools.

Once back in Hawai'i Kai, I was too fatigued to make the evening trek to Kahala. Instead, I drove my vehicle to the other half of Hawai'i Kai. Dinner was courtesy the fast food joint. Greasy "value menu" items yet again. Well, at least I ordered a healthy side salad to neutralize the grease. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!