Procrastination

With just hours away from the planned homeless debut, I failed to complete most of the preliminary and necessary tasks. So, my entry into homelessness has been preempted. No surprise. I was literally dragging my feet.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Of course, procrastination has a positive side. I was supposed to invest up to $100,000 in physical gold bars, but that never happened. Thank goodness. I would have lost over 20 percent after the gold spot price plunged recently.

Typical Golden Hottie

The new homeless motorhome (read: minivan) is not "ready for prime time" anyway. I will need to have the rear windows tinted. And, rubber floor mats are a must. A sleeping bag has yet to be procured. And, most important, overnight parking accommodations must be secured.

Typical Accommodating Hottie

As to be expected, moms has a difficult time getting into the minivan. Moms nearly tore a hole in the headliner while attempting to grab onto something. Moms will most likely have to sit in the second row seating.

Whoa!

I should also mention that the gym will be closed for Saturnalia. If I was homeless, I would have to rent a hotel room for a day just to take a shower. Hotels are not cheap over here.

Typical Summer Hottie

Otherwise, lots of divestitures today. I donated my small luggage to my bro and a sackpack to my nephew. Moms is now storing my important paperwork. Otherwise, pretty much everything useless is gone. Consumables are depleted. The cheap $50 "smartphone" is finally being decommissioned. More pathetic details later.

Abreviation

Ol' Lavahead Day. The old fool is now 61 years old. An old fossil. Or, codger, as it were. And, the countdown to homelessness continues. As for the day, same ol' shit. I continued with homeless preparations even amidst the doubt and anxiety. Let's face it, I have run out of options.

Typical Hassle-Free Hottie

Aside from purchasing a decent sleeping bag, the major concern is overnight parking. I need a safe and secure place where I won't be rudely awakened by thugs, police officers, or security guards. I need to able to "take a whiz" in the portable urinal (i.e., plastic cookie jar) without hassle. And, I need to leave the windows of the homeless motorhome (read: minivan) open for ventilation.

Nissan® Quest S

The Nissan® Quest S minivan is a tank compared to the Cube. As you may recall, I purchased the budget model. It still has a lot of power and technology options with the exception of power seats, power rear sliding doors and hatch, entertainment center, and alloy wheels. Yet, the minivan is still way too luxurious for homeless living.

Typical Hulking Hottie

While driving the hulking minivan around, I observed that no one tailgated my vehicle. Nor did they pull any other bullying maneuvers. Contrast that to my driving experience with the Cube. A small automobile just invites stupidity.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Anyway, I stationed myself at Ala Moana Center again. The Saturnalia shopping extravaganza was too much for me, though. I am getting the feel of the place since it will be daily daytime staging area once homelessness is invoked. I should mention that I spotted quite a few homeless people meandering amongst the crowd.

Typical Summer Hottie

Bring on the hotties of Summer already! The homeless issue is too dystopian. We need pictures of young hotties to brighten up the day. Sheesh!

Sequestration

For the past two nights in Waimanalo, one of the four dogs that are owned by the landlord kept whimpering all night long. At night, the dogs are kept in a fenced area next to the rental studio. Needless to say, I suffered from severe sleep deprivation.

Poor Fido!

I was extremely fatigued when I departed this morning on the search for the future homeless motorhome (read: minivan). For the most part, I was operating on "automatic pilot" all day. However, everything went smoothly. I had given the Nissan® Cube a sponge bath yesterday. No rain last night, so it was still clean this morning.

Typical Kane'ohe Hottie

I drove to Kane'one and stopped off at the fast food joint there to procure a cup of coffee. Then, I made my way back to King Windward Nissan® ... the same dealership that "pulled a fast one" on me last time. I was expecting the same treatment, so I planned to visit another dealership later.

Typical Nissan® Hottie

Surprisingly, I was given great service this time. The trade-in for the Cube was $11,200 (a slight loss). However, I was able to get a price match using a newspaper advertisement from a competing dealership. So, the total amount due came to $15,800 and some change, way below the $20,000 figure that I had anticipated.

Nissan® Quest S

So, I now own a new 2015 Nissan® Quest S. It is a very basic minivan with few styling and luxury options (see photograph). However, the minivan is actually far more luxurious than I would desire. Overall, it is a hulking vehicle. The second and third row seats fold flat. Believe me, it's big enough for sleeping.

Silence, Little Lamb!

The rest of the day went smoothly. I drove the minivan to Ala Moana Center. Parking was no problem. I was able to immediately board a bus to town. My workout at the gym was good. Fast forward a couple of hours. I ended up back in Hawai'i Kai to enjoy a decent dinner. Then, I returned to Waimanalo.

Typical Summer Hottie

Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Tomorrow is Ol' Lavahead Day. No celebration planned. Just the same ol' shit. Say, did you notice that gold has dropped to $1,050 an ounce? Something strange is going on.

Nihilation

With homelessness looming in just a matter of days, I find myself locked in increasing self-doubt. Denial also seeps into my thoughts. And, no matter how many different contingencies are developed, there is no certainty of success. Homelessness is unpredictable.

Typical Unpredictable Hottie

I keep revisiting the idea that I can postpone my fate for one more month. Then, after that month passes, repeat. In reality, I am not in a permanent rental situation. My stay in Waimanalo is temporary, as stipulated by the landlord when I first moved in. Sooner or later, I will be asked to move out. So, why prolong the agony?

Typical Ruminating Hottie

I expect to incur a severe loss when I trade in my current vehicle for a new homeless motorhome (read: minivan). I become angered when I ruminate about it. However, the issue is moot. When I transition to motorhomelessness, I won't be paying any exorbitant rent to anyone. I will only be paying a small amount for monthly parking.

Typical Logistics Hottie

The homeless life-style is not easy. I have been working on homeless logistics for a while now. However, the scenarios envisioned in my mind may not translate smoothly into real life. Frankly, only my homeless buddy seems to enjoy homelessness.

Typical Feasible Hottie

I spend very little time in the rental studio in Waimanalo. Yet, those few hours are probably invaluable for some peace of mind. As small as the studio is, it is far more spacious than a minivan. Unfortunately, because of the long commute, Waimanalo is not a feasible location for anything.

Typical Convenience Hottie

There will be major inconveniences posed by homelessness. Much more time will be spent just to accomplish simple tasks like brushing my teeth or doing the dreaded laundry chores. Of course, I currently locked into a total of three hours (four hours on weekends) of commuting to and from Waimanalo to town and back nearly every day.

Hurdy-Gurdy Hottie Dallas Black

Yeah, and no more downloading of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips. No more "testing" of the Vienna Sausage. Oh, I forgot, it's already dysfunctional. Heck, no more lying around for a couple of hours every evening and using the cheap "smartphone" to access the Net. Woe is homeless me!

Typical Summer Hottie

Oh brother. Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Shopping for the new homeless motorhome commences tomorrow.

Preparation

Preparations continue for my entry into the sordid world of the homeless. The focus is on motorhomeless autonomy. Recent purchases include disposable cleaning wipes, a small stainless steel water bottle, and a pair of gym shorts (for use as pajamas).

Typical Autonomous Hottie

Once the homeless motorhome (read: minivan) is procured, a sleeping bag, foam yoga mat, and a small pillow will be purchased. Other homeless accessories have been previously purchased. Also, a large plastic cookie jar has already been salvaged for use as a portable urinal.

Typical Worldly Hottie

Unlike other homeless guys, I will not be renting a storage unit. All of my worldly possessions will remain in the minivan. The small plastic schoolboy box that holds all of my important documents (and spare minivan keys) will be stored at moms' place.

Silence, Little Lamb!

All consumables are being depleted, unless any of the latter can augment the homeless lifestyle. My rechargeable electric shaver will be cleaned and donated to charity. The air flosser will either be disposed of or stored after cleaning. The cheap $50 "smartphone" will be decommissioned and disposed of.

Typical Summer Hottie

All of the aforementioned must be completed within a few days. Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Homelessness is such a "downer." Only pictures of young hotties can restore the festive mood.

Annihilation

Earlier today, the Turkish government ordered one of its military planes to obliterate a Russian SU-24 fighter in Syrian airspace. The Russian pilots were subsequently fired upon with anti-aircraft artillery by Turkomen rebels as they attempted to parachute to safety.

While Caliph Erdogan is a despotic mental midget with dreams of ressurecting the Ottoman Empire, he is simply a monkey dancing to the tune of the organ grinder. Erdogan is a "tool" of empire, an oaf acting as a proxy to test the Russian Federation. Specifically, the warmongers of empire want to see how far they can push Vladimir Putin.

I have previously discussed the belief in limited thermonuclear war by the ignoramuses of empire in the "blog." Well, we have arrived at that moment where the fools have implemented the final game of brinkmanship.

Typical Thermonuclear Hottie

Preparations for my transition to homelessness continue. Details are not necessary. Just know that I am attempting to address as many issues as possible. And, I am also "tying up [as many] loose ends" as possible. I am also going through preliminary negotiations to procure a homeless motorhome (read: minivan).

Typical "Loose Ends" Hottie

With only a few days left before my debut as a homeless guy, I have gone through sleepless nights and many stages of denial. Sure, I could continue to rent the studio in Waimanalo from the landlord, but that can't go on forever. The arrangement was always temporary. In other words, I would become homeless sooner or later.

Typical Embracing Hottie

So, homelessness is best embraced sooner than later. Why spend more money on rent when the end result is the same (except that I would have even less money)? So, that's where I am right now.

Typical Summer Hottie

Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Let's get some cheer going! Break out the "smartphones" and become completely distracted from reality! Heck, a thermonuclear war may commence before I become homeless.

Humiliation

The search for a homeless motorhome (read: minivan) has commenced, albeit on-line. I have found a few "pre-owned" 2014 luxury models with about 26,000 miles on the odometer in the range of $24,000 or so. These particular models have tinted windows and rear side windows that can be opened for ventilation along with the windows on the sliding rear doors.

Typical Secure Hottie

Ventilation is very important. None of the windows of the homeless motorhome can be kept fully open at night due to security concerns. Thus, if more windows can be opened just slightly, the better the ventilation. A moonroof would be even more ideal.

Typical Ventilated Hottie

The new, albeit spartan, minivans that I have been considering do not have tinted windows or rear windows that can be opened. The sliding door windows, however, will open. The new minivan costs about $3,000 more with clear to zero miles on the odometer.

Typical "Ballpark" Hottie

My current vehicle has a trade-in value in the $10,000 to $11,000 range. Will I get that much? The clown salesperson at the dealership that I visited earlier this week gave me a "ballpark" figure of $6,000 or so. By the way, that's the same dealership that I had purchased my pickup truck from many moons ago. Needless to say, I am not going back there.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Decisions, decisions. I cannot purchase any vehicle until the funds have transferred to my local bank anyway. That should be sometime next week. Oh, the humiliation of homelessness!

Typical Summer Hottie

Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Better to feature as many hotties as possible now. Anything can happen once I am roaming the streets with the homeless motorhome.

Expectoration

As my foray into motorhomelessness nears, I have found myself to be fraught with anxiety. No one really wants to be homeless in a prison-like society, except my homeless buddy. Of course, I have had bouts of disbelief. However, I quickly come to my senses. I have known for almost a year that my stay in Waimanalo is temporary.

Typical Anxious Hottie

The overall situation in the islands is totally out of control, and not just the homeless issue. In my daily observations, I have noted with alarm that nearly everyone in my proximity in most locales is speaking a foreign language. No, they are not tourists. Financial refugees, actually, from mostly Asian nations.

Typical Empire Hottie

The governor of Hawai'i has formally invited myriad Syrian refugees to move here (along with others from numerous Middle East and African failed states). We already have an immigration crisis with the steady influx of financial refugees from Asia and the mainland empire. Where are they going to stay? How many will end up homeless on the streets?

Typical Young Hottie

The fact that I will soon be homeless should be an indicator of just how out of control the situation is. And, that should also be the "canary in the coal mine" to signal the extent of the damage that dislocations created by the moneychangers and powers-that-be have become.

Typical Summer Hottie

Heck, just bring on the hotties of Summer already! Next week will be hectic, by the way. I am down to ten days before homelessness is me. Sheesh!

Urination

This morning, I ran into my homeless buddy in town. He looked tired, most likely because he was illin' from the common cold. Of course, we discussed the homeless situation. The police are now cracking down on "camping" almost everywhere in the city. More and more homeless are arriving, mostly from the mainland empire. Even my homeless buddy admitted that the situation is out of control.

Typical Feasible Hottie

I disclosed my upcoming homelessness as well. I laid out my current plan, including the acquisition of a homeless motorhome (read: minivan). My homeless buddy mentioned a few places that could be feasible for overnight parking.

Typical Young Hottie

I also mentioned that I will most likely purchase a new minivan because the "pre-owned" inventory is infested with beat-up, albeit expensive, former taxicabs. Time is running out.

Typical Frugal Hottie

My homeless buddy warned me that the homeless life-style will be extremely difficult. He's obviously correct. I have insured that I have lived a pampered, albeit frugal, existence for all of my life. The challenges of homelessness are alien to me. Yet, even with homelessness looming, I opt for the luxury of a new minivan. Quite laughable, actually.

Typical Gym Hottie

I chatted with Chip, former Asylum faculty, this afternoon. I am surprised that I ran into given that I am currently shuttling between two different locations of the gym. The showers at gym in town are still being renovated. But, I digress.

Typical Seasonal Hottie

Chip appears to be unemployed at this time. He found some seasonal work, but he needs something more permanent with higher compensation. After, he has a wife and kid to support as well as a mortgage to pay. At 69 years of age, he is in a quandary.

Typical "Mainstream" Hottie

I disclosed my homeless plans to him. Chip urged me to return to the "mainstream," but I offered my reasons why such a suggestion would be futile in my case. I have, as the old adage goes, "painted myself into a corner."

Typical Social Hottie

I also chatted with Butch, another gym guy, and Maka. Of course, I told Maka about my forced entry into homelessness. So, lots of socializing today. Nice for a change.

Typical Reluctant Hottie

Once I returned to Waimanalo, I reluctantly transferred $25,000 to my local bank from my non-performing investment accounts. The money should be available next week. I am ready to purchase a homeless motorhome. The downward spiral to dereliction has commenced.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Yes, I will be the latest victim of the global Ponzi scheme invoked by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. It is as if I have been defecated and urinated upon. However, the world order (term used loosely) is disintegrating. Collapse just can't come quick enough.

Typical Summer Hottie

Bring on the hotties of Summer already! Once I am homeless, there is no guarantee that pictures of young hotties will be embedded in the "blog," or if the "blog" will be maintained.