Grind Fortress Secured
Felt real good to bang out a solid day of work yesterday. I put in five hours of one-on-one lessons and got a bunch of videos done for Pocketfives Training. I slept maybe four hours of good sleep the night before, but somehow that made me feel sordid energetic the whole day. I think I did some good work. I sure seemed to scream at my students more. In the end, it’s just nice to work a day and actually get paid by the hour. It’s crazy to me how I used to just talk cards in the back of broken ass breweries, bowling alleys, and other crap places, mostly because I had nothing else going for me, nothing else to occupy my mind. Now to get paid to talk each hour, I love it. I make a good product with the videos too, I know I put more into what I’m saying than 98% of training videos. I love to learn more about the game, and to be able to teach it means you’ve really mastered it, so I put a lot into those hours.
Today after some meetings I finally got to take a look at this house. It was still being cleaned out to rent, but the place was really big and not much more than what I’m paying now. I mean, all right I’ll just say why I was looking for a new place, my current place is really not secure. I didn’t want to publish that and have somebody maybe making a detour around my neighborhood, or going halfsies with a local here, but yeah I got a lot of things that people would want to have around here. I’ve been doing alright since I got sober. Oddly money seems to stack up when you’re not trying to light it on fire every weekend. The owner here was supposed to do a lot of things, but she informed me if I wanted a wall here that I’d have to pay for it. I have to leave my house unattended often, and there’s enough stuff in here to float someone a Costa Rican salary for a year. Losing all my databases, my scooter, my electronics…oh man it would’ve set me back so much. But hey I found a new place, and I’m going to be here all day for the remaining couple days I’m here, so yeah wooohooo didn’t get robbed for a year.
I love Costa Rica more than any place on Earth but its still Central America and there’s a lot of drug use and poverty. I mean, I hate it when Americans come here and act like they’re in Gomorrah, I dealt with the same things in the states. Actually, Korea had the same kind of security, and I’ve never lived in a more civil country than that. But yeah it’s an unfortunate reality. Electronics carry huge taxes here, so stealing them is like stealing gold, and because of my job and hobbies I have quite a few of them, and I just didn’t feel that good in this house every time I left. That wall never got built by the owner, so someone could just hop over the fence, go around the back, and start working on the bars on the windows.
That being said I left my washer and dryer out on my back patio for six months, and nobody ever took it, so I’m probably just paranoid. Still, I was about to invest a lot of money on new grind equipment, and I didn’t just want a quarter inch bar and some glass separating a thief from a year’s worth of rocks, just laying on a table.
Other thing I didn’t like about here was that the only internet I could get was a data card. I was assured a hundred times people had landline internet in my place before me, but then company after company couldn’t do it for me. The data card worked incredible, actually never went out once for an extended period of time now that I think of it, but if you run a bunch of sites on it I don’t think it’ll hold up. If I have to make a Skype call and I’m running something else it’ll go out for a minute, so if I do want to get on a bunch of different sites I don’t think this will hold out.
My dog also couldn’t run around the big property here. No matter how hard I tried, he found another way to get out onto a busy road. He’s going to have his own outside area at the new place.
Best thing about the new place is just the security. Big dog that freaks out whenever someone comes near, three lines of defense to get into any area of the house, the place is just barricaded. I don’t have to worry about neighborhood kids seeing the TV. Hell, the kids can’t see anything at this place.
It’s like that book Ready Player One. Not to get into specifics but the book follows online grinders of this virtual world, where their currency has become more stable than any world currency. The main character, some white trash kid from a trailer park, barricades himself into an apartment complex meant for a grinder like him. He goes on his mission to save the world from behind his walls, where the overpopulated ravenous world can’t get at him.
Now I’m plugging in more than I ever have. I haven’t grinded this way since I started. I’m loving it way more now. I’m way more calm and investing properly. I’m clearing up where I made mistakes. I’m building toward a future. I’m on my game, and into it.
Only problem with the new place is that I won’t have an acre of property to separate me from my neighbors. No more blasting trance all day.
You know it’s funny, I’m so worried about my house getting cleaned out, but someone would have to get through some bars on windows to do that. If someone wants to swipe a blade at my jugular on the street, hell, I probably won’t be ready for it. I don’t have bars of steel in front of that. With how much mental illness there is on this planet I’m surprised there’s not more murder. It just seems so easy to pull off compared to a lot of crimes. Not easy to escape from, but I have a hard time thinking most people ever consider the consequences of their actions. I’m this paranoid now about protecting what’s mine, but all that keeps you alive is one ticking heart. How many times in your life have you just retched, had a bad day? What’s to stop something vital in you from doing that? Then I think of everything I introduced into my body, the kind of mental illness I surrounded myself with, and man…seems so damn entitled to worry about these THINGS now. Pretty lucky to be tasting fresh air.
Man, mountain air. I’m not super happy to be leaving this place. If I could get security and landline internet I’d love to stay here. Waking up smelling fresh mountain air is a delicacy. That forest smell, walking around in a wood cabin, oh man. I’m going to bring my running shoes to my girlfriend’s parents place when I visit. They live near here, and I love my road work route here that much, that I’m going to visit it from afar. I will really miss waking up to running through these foothills. I’ve been blessed to see some beautiful places on my morning runs around the world. Seoul in winter, along that river in Budapest, forests in the northwest, white sand beaches…but, here might be my favorite. Now I’ll have to go back to running in a city again, or on a treadmill. I hate both. Oh well, maybe I’ll be able to watch training vids or study Spanish on a treadmill. I don’t know.
Whew, just abruptly ran out of gas. I gotta wake up early for my last road work/sessions in this house. Hope walking around all the moving boxes don’t drive me insane.
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