It's been a messed up day. I went into town for supplies at Krogers, ended up buying just three jugs of water. Took the backroads home because they were shutting 43 down to two lanes for some reason.

My smokin buddy called and wanted to hook up, never did, that would require me driving to his place, and all I wanted to do was go home and drink.

Daniel came over for a while and I was abusing him with videos from my YouTube channel while searching for the total eclipse video in Driggs, ID a few years back. He walked out, saying he'd seen all this shit, and the video of the plane flight from San Pedro to Belize made him ill.

So here I am, 1700 on 3/22/24, in a hick town in Southern Tennessee. I only have a couple friends here, and I'm beginning to wonder why I still have them.

I am alone in my small place. Staying alive for some reason, miserable, crying, muttering what the hell.

I know that with all my achievements in technology, I should have landed way better, but I have not.

I was telling Daniel that it has been more than seven years since I've held a woman's breast in my hand. The sad truth is I have landed on a dead-end street as a lonely old man, savings almost gone, and I am broken.