STREETSIDE Diary #1

Good morning!



What is reck? I don't want to be reckless, but reckfull kinda pales in comparison once I type it.

Before making my first diary entry "for my business", I opened my day with some usual early-morning highlights, the kind that social media - which I've long abandoned - usually makes taboo out of, albeit I've been no help to the latter, as of late. Sure, masturbation, blinking the dab pen, trying to guitar different while starting the same, singing along with the animals at my window, and DoorDash daydreaming all sound better with or without repetition, but it beats stressbait. Anyways, I'll decide work to do.

To speak industry, I "decide" my work because I'm a bum without a real job. Art has consumed me, and vice versa, a partnership I've celebrated since I was 6, having published my first book. Now, 24, having recently succeeded 3.5 years homeless throughout the Bay Area, my home, less of me believes in distraction than ever before, and alas. Here I am. Making an advertisement.



One of my favorite things about my business, The Streetside Library, is I let everybody pick their own price for its products, my books. Between the commercial and the creative of my artistic ambitions, I believe it's the thought that counts, and that that should be exercised as much as possible.
Before I'd been homeless, I'd never sold anything or exercised any entrepreneurship whatsoever, although I believe homelessness owes as much to my current creativity as my time beforehand and afterwards does, including never-ending work, presence, and lessons learned about the Bay Area I've accomplished. Often, I equated daydreams I had about my business to that of a lemonade stand: I could've started it when I was wee, and pick it up at anytime in adulthood with complete familiarity, with the joy of a living exceeding the desperation to survive and proceeding to thrive.
To have made it this far, I'm stressed and blessed.
To be able to make any money at all, AND to experience just as much happiness without it, each and every workday, I'm stressed and blessed.
To be able to write, I'm stressed and blessed.



Someone tell me what reck is,
and if you'd like some art
from a writer looking to write,
I have poetry and a novella so far.
"19 Homes" and "Manifestoned",
in person,
are pick-your-own-price,
including if you'd like it for free!
in front of ye old abandoned Half Price Books,
in Berkeley, 2036 Shattuck Avenue. I worked for them.




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I'm there just about every day.
510.384.6549
thesslib [at] gmail.com
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