The *uckenings don’t end

I’ve said it before and I’m going to say it again. Jadenchong has left the building. While my resources are running dry and I’m hitting another dead end, she’s up to her knees in cheap liquor. The fuckenings have gotten her and not only that. Jaden is now drowning in a bowl of salmon poke. Who would have thought a special sale for salmon poke bowls will sink this ship. I certainly did not have that in mind. Rather than stamp her as a complete failure I will give her a day off. Let’s not judge but support her online needs to speak the truth. At this point it’s all about fish. Fish is precious and expensive. Not long ago there was a theft of 700kg of precious fish out of a trout pond. Think about it. The government has ordered everyone to stay home but these guys found it necessary to rob a fishpond. It’s happening. The fuckenings don’t end. All we have left is to set sails and look for foreign lands. I wonder where to navigate next. But for now we got to sit still. Nobody said it was easy and I’m a little worried about Jadenchong now. She’s just informed Miss Rambo and me about a new drink she’s planning on. Coconutwater with Vodka. Why would you do something like this? It tops former mixes created by Ana. So Ana mixes Whiskey and Ice tea and I don’t approve. I have strong opinions about liquor. If you do it do it right. And do it in style. But that’s just me. Enjoy your day off Jaden it won’t last forever. I can’t seem to loose faith in her because it’s all I’ve got left and I won’t let it go. We’re not going down that road Jaden. Not now.

Having not much to say today I’ve decided to simply wonder for the rest of daylight. I’m famous for my unbroken patience and it will be put to a test once again. Hang on. I’m getting shot at with important news by drunken Jadenchong. She’s gotten back from 711 and is going on about peas. And according to the fact that she’s spelling peas with 7 s’s she might be up to her ears in liquor now. The fuckenings aren’t planning on letting Jadenchong go anytime soon and it hurts my soul a little. Remember when we used to climb candy mountain together? These were the days. No climb was too steep. No mountain to high. We did it all.

I’m still trying to follow their conversation and it seems it has been circling around dried mangoes for a while now. While I am reminiscing and pouring my heart out, the center of attention are nuts in a can made in Thailand. I give up.

Facing the current situation it’s been decided to ask Davit for advice but he won’t talk to me. I don’t blame him I had it coming. It’s like video calling your crush for one ring and hang up and when he calls back pretend it never happened and you didn’t hear your phone. Yes I’ve chickened out. I do stuff like that. But I like roosters better than chickens. Sometimes during the hours of wondering I can hear them call my name. It’s crystal clear. A cry for help but what is I supposed to do? What do you want from me? I’m just another clown trying to make it thru today. I’m not getting any help at all. Nobody cares about me. Not that I’m complaining no. Life is as joyful as usual and I wont let these cooks take that away from me. Not yet. And while I am talking about roosters, I’ve gotten another drunken but extremely valuable fact. So Ana has joined the gym. Well done Ana! At least one of us is doing something with her time. Run like the goldfish that you are! You always had it in you. This is your moment. Before I end this section I’d like to release Davit out of his misery. It’s officially David again now. It doesn’t mean I’m sorry. But I don’t want to seem inhumane. Even though you’re a lemon and all you talk about is that squirrel.