Outer Limits

My conversation yesterday with my homeless buddy proved interesting. He appears to be recuperating from the heart transplant surgery fairly well. So, he has made airline reservations to fly to Vietnam in the middle of the month of March. In the meantime, he will continue to camp at the airport. When he returns from Vietnam in four months, he will have a one-bedroom apartment available to him, courtesy the pastor at one of the church organizations that he volunteers with. The rent will be free.

My homeless buddy urged me to join him and myriad homeless camping at the airport. There are some drawbacks, though. The homeless file into the terminal building around 5pm each afternoon to stake out a place on the floor to sleep. However, the airport security staff will not allow anyone to lie down in the staked out location until midnight. Then, the homeless are awakened at 4:30am and are required to leave the airport. During the night, there are flights arriving and leaving, which generates a lot of noise. In addition, hundreds of passengers are milling about while the homeless are attempting to sleep. Did I mention the mosquitoes?

Well, as described in the "blog" yesterday, my sleep schedule is not much different from what my homeless buddy experiences at the airport. So, why don't I just sashay over to the airport right now? Well, I am not ready for that kind of fun yet. The homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) is as far as I am willing to go. Speaking of the homeless motorhome, its primary purpose is to provide a secure and sheltered place to sleep for six hours. Its secondary function is to house what's left of my worldly possessions. During the day, it will serve as a mobile "home base" where I can rest or take a nap. I certainly will not be spending hours of idle time just sitting inside the minivan.

Sleep, or undisturbed sleep, has been an issue for me for years. My only purpose for a residence of any kind is a place to sleep. That's all a "home" means to me. Every other task can be done outside the "home" with little inconvenience. If I cannot get any quality sleep in my home at the time, then what is its worth? Why should I pay rent in excess of $1,000 for a room in shared quarters when quality sleep is never attainable? Why not just enroll in a homeless shelter or join my homeless buddy at the airport?

Perhaps I should also clarify my stance on expenses and why I have reacted to its drastic rise one month ago. I have been doling out about $1,100 total on average per month for the past seven years, which includes both rent and all expenses. Now, I am finding that I must pay $1,000+ per month just for rent alone. And, that rent is only for a room in shared quarters. Absurd? You be the judge. Of course, I am somewhat out of touch with reality in empire. What citizen of empire only incurs about $500 per month in total expenses (including food and petrol)?

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms made a miraculous recovery from a prolonged episode of the "dizzy head." So, moms is back on track to live on until 120 years of age at the least. Moms longevity, as I speculated previously in the "blog," is due to an extremely fanatical religious belief in "eternal life" as promised by a mythical deity. Thus, moms is determined to live through the fantasy debacle known as "Armageddon" and receive the gift of "eternal life."

The remainder of the day? Same ol' shit. No evening outing to Kahala. My early evening "hangout" is currently the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai. One greasy "value menu" item buys me a bit of time to access the free wireless Net "hotspot" with the cheap "smartphone." In a strange way, the benign activity is relaxing. Although, finger-typing on the tiny virtual keyboard is very frustrating.

Well, the whole homeless issue is getting on my nerves, to put it lightly. Frankly, I am ready to "crack." Is there any life-style that fits my persona? Sure doesn't seem like it. I don't fit in, so I don't belong anywhere. There's a valid reason why I have no close friends. I must really be "out there." My new moniker should be "Outer Limits," also the title of the odd circa-1960 series on the tube. Sheesh!