📓 Saturday, January 10, 2026 — 7:06 p.m.
I’m sitting in my van, lit up on the left by this harsh streetlight. In front of me is a Jamba Juice. To the left, an IHOP. To the right, a GameStop.
Lately I’ve been trying to draw Los Angeles the way it actually feels in my head instead of the way it looks in photographs. This was a street vendor from the neighborhood—translated through my viewfinder.
This GameStop has been here forever. I used to buy a shitload of games here when I was 23, 24. A long time ago. And it’s weird seeing it still standing when business isn’t what it used to be—not just for GameStop, but for everything.
I didn’t sell that much today in bags. But between yesterday and today I threw a shitload of flyers—about 30. Maybe I made some new clients. We’ll see.
I’m tired.
And I don’t want to get depressed because that shit doesn’t help. Depression is like lack of energy, and I need all the energy I can get.
So I did a small morale move.
I bought a Starbucks tea: Brewed Chai Tea (hot), no sweetener, a splash of almond milk… and those little bites they sell. I can’t remember the name right now—something “bites.” It doesn’t fix life, but it helps me keep the engine running.
And it also makes me laugh that I’ve been writing so much.
I keep telling myself, I’m not a writer, because it still doesn’t make sense that I’m writing at all. But here I am—typing on my MacBook Pro with it sitting on top of the metal box I use for my little thermal printer. Thermo paper. Sunglasses. Deodorant. The whole mobile office setup.
And sometimes the thought hits me: why the fuck do I do this? Who’s going to read a guy who sells plastic bags?
Then I remember: I’m not writing because it’s popular. I’m writing because it keeps me from going numb.
I’m gonna head home soon.
Plástico man moveth.
Question: When you’re tired and the day didn’t hit, what’s your small move to keep your morale up?
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