Just need to kinda release my bowels onto all of you eager readers.
Kinda am going to enjoy having nothing to do with instafart for the next couple of days. As much as I enjoy going out into the world and kinda feeling like I have a job and am participating in society and looking at all kinds of good looking butt cheeks and tits as I run around. I need to step back and heal from all the shock and trauma my body has been put through.
What have I learned thus far about surviving manhattan traffic. There are hours when it's the worst. Especially rush hour around 3 to 6 pm. Traffic is insane. I'm not experienced with the early morning traffic, but best to avoid that too. I was surprised to see a group of little innocent kids walking the streets as cars wizzed everywhere as if they were going to school, ON A SUNDAY. But I'm not surprised, they're probably part of a sunday school program, I was.
My best advice if you want to deliver by car in manhattan is to do it at nights. The meter maids are to me not as prominent. They're legit walking the streets on the daylight hours, so you got to watch out if you want to make a delivery.
For me, I hoped I could find parking since it's sunday, no luck. Damn shame, my attempt to use Sunday as this amazing opportunity to get parking was nothing but a failure... couldn't find shit. And yunno, it's just so awful that brown people treat other brown people like dirt. TWICE I've been treated like ass by doormen at some big ass apartment buildings for rich highly educated elite assholes. And I'm just like, WTF... You're a scrub too, working for pennies for rich people, who do you think you are to stand above and talk down to me, but there they go, twice I get this attitude. I met one guy who was actually super nice and friendly in terms of what I was there to do and politely directed me to doing deliveries by the rules of the building. I mean that's all it takes, act like we're brothers struggling to get some paper, not act like you own the damn building. Which you don't.
Yeah the legends are true, manhattan is a tough place to drive in, yeah. I mean I'm a GTA player for decades now, guess that's why I'm able to make it this far without killing anyone.
I mean though the deliveries never cease. Instafart is doing HUGE business because people are LAZY. Or actually in a few cases I've had, I delivered to families. That's the way it should be, not some hot shot young punk bachelor pad sob who can't be bothered to go to the store. I don't give a shit about that kind of lazy person. Not one... But yeah delivered to a nice woman who was taking care of her kids. That's what it's all about. I feel like I'm serving a purpose goddamit.
Saturdays are interesting in manhattan, actually somewhat managable, traffic isn't insane as you'd expect. Sunday, hard to say. Morning was heavy, people have the day to themselves, lots of people, lots of cars, tough traffic, so not too good to me. Only thing is that parking is easier or should be, sadly because they sent me so damn deep into manhattan where all the action is, freakin broadway shows and such, of course parking was nonexistant. A woman who lives near a movie theater freakin wants orders for food and expects me to find parking? Fuck you, get off your stupid ass and go to the store dumb bitch.
Nights is where it's at though. If you can get those late orders after 7 all the way to 10 easy money. I was so shocked that the streets were so empty when I was driving around at night, but yeah, it's bed time. Got work tomorrow. It's that kinda quiet night for the city at those hours, no chance in hell of getting a parking ticket.
In a perfect world, food delivery would be done over night. ALL kinds of deliveries should be done over night, no way in hell should we be having deliveries and restocking going on during the day. WASTE of everyone's time.
Well going to be concentrating on static now. I'll mess with instafart next week. For now, going to be heavily shooting static in the forest since I've not had a chance to do it in so long.
Got some neat little ideas for scenes I want to capture... Should take me maybe 3 solid days to knock out all the really prime material I still haven't begun to shoot. Then it is mostly done, just need to goddamn lose weight. And turns out when you over strain yourself like I did recently you can pop a blood vessel in the eye ball, and I did. My eye was full of blood and still has blood in it. Which means I can't shoot ANY close ups for static until my eye fully clears, fuck... I got lucky I guess. I thought I injured the eye ball or something, turns out it was just what happens if you strain yourself too hard, you can fuck up your eye ball if a vessel bursts. Am I that old that that kind of shit can happen now? Goddamn, son.
Well, whatever.... got money, got stupid tickets to pay. What is it, 142 for car insurance, 180 in parking tickets. And I have a total of maybe 350 dollars on me once my pay comes in. So that's a full profit of 28 dollars after 2 weeks of running grocieries to people. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHITTTT.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
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