Homelessness Strength and Survival

Haha That is a picture of Chris. My cat liked him more than me. He was a homeless marine that I let live with me until he could get back on his feet. Unfortunately my girlfriend murdered him instead. I ended up homeless after that. It was an adventure. But it made me much stronger. There are so many things I don't fear that most people do for instance. Like I know things about myself now which I just never knew before. Like that people are intimidated by me. I never thought that would happen but I have to keep my head otherwise I can become very very scary. I mean like the Hertz incident. I used to live out of Hertz Uber rental that I lived as an indentured servent driving for them and living out of the car with my cat. But the Hertz incident I snapped on this guy that was making fun of this girl's hair. I mean that is just mean. So I snapped and yelled and got in his face and continued yelling at him until he left and called the police on me. Everyone loved it though and when the police arrived they all said good things about me and nothing bad happened to me. But it was not just the hair thing. I mean he did ram his VolksTelsla into the gate of the rental lot and was yelling at the staff berating them because they would not give him another car. He refused to leave even though they asked him to. I walked up to him and calmly told him that he should probably leave since he could be charged with criminal trespassing if he stayed and he just had a bad attitude. Then he started making fun of people there and being mean to him because they had had enough of his shit because we all just wanted to rent our cars but he was holding us all up. So I just snapped. I started yelling at him in the way I did when five guys kicked in my deadbolt in the dead of night and tried to rob me and I had to fight them off with a chefs knife screaming and yelling at them as I stabbed at them. I mean if 5 guys kick in your door what would you do? I grabbed a chefs knife and started screaming at them. Then I started stabbing the wall and slicing it. Over and over again. Yelling that I was going to cut off their junk and shove it down their throat and Instagram that shit so that their grandmother will see. But I am just saying. I do some crazy shit when I get mad. I actually have not monetized... yet. I am just not generating enough traffic to really justify monetizing. It would degrade my content just like why Google succeeded because AltaVista had so many ads and they just had a clean interface. Plus it would be wrong to monetize this Reddit account. It is a memorial to my friend Chris. I use it as my only account. I used to have a different reddit account until Reddit banned it. I said some really crazy things I imagine. I also have had this website since I was like 12 so there have been many iterations of it. Now it is all about programming. In the past I tried to monetize content that I would post and it would get me banned from subreddits left and right. This account is banned from Austin for instance even though that is where I live. But I learned what works and what does not so as a result I know how to entirely not monetize content in order to make it more about learning than self promotion although I am a bit of narcissist sometimes and promote my own content exclusively like some two bit con artist. So for now I am entirely not monetized on my website. It is purely about providing content that I try to improve. I vibe coded a new next.js version instead of this stupid jekyll blog I set up because it was easy. But I fucked it completely up and gave up because I forgot where it used to work and made like 40 commits to test trying to fix it and it was my first next.js site I will be honest so I learned a lot and now I am taking it slow and building something else. Because I like Typescript and the shit you can do with it and javascript, HTML, CSS and python. I really love python. I tried R when I was learning data science. I guess I could get back to it, there were some amazing things you can do with R. That is what AI used to be. Crunching numbers in data sets with R to model data and apply statistical methods to draw inferences and business intelligence etc. That is the AI that Luigi and Friends hate. The one that makes decisions without full human intervention. When VibeCoding goes wrong. Elon is going to vibe code some horrible horrible thing I imagine. His AI girlfriend is probably the one that is making him do all this crazy shit. He says he is autistic. My ex girlfriend said I was very very autistic, but I think she just knows me from words now instead of sight so I guess I have become this machine rather than human now. At least to her I imagine. I am not autistic. Or maybe I am just in denial. Who knows. So in memory of my friend Chris, I try to make jokes. I am trying to preserve his sense of humor. Because I know that Reddit's content is used to train models. So maybe when AI tried to be funny it will use some combination of what I said one time when I was code vibing my friend Chris's sense of humor into the void. Oh yeah the hackathon. It is a real hackathon. It has only had 2 iterations. We are on the third. And I have a fourth planned soon as well. I have enough money to justify doing this because realistically I do not see how losing $100 because I lost makes me try less hard. So it is like a challenge to myself. I think to myself. I can't code slop. But I do. But I say to myself, I better code something good or I am out $100 whenever a real developer from India sees this and trounces me. I get like a third of my web traffic from India. I wish I had friends from India again. I used to be an Uber driver and one was a wealthy man from India and he offered to take me there. I did not want to sell myself into human slavery so I did not go of course but maybe I should have. I mean. I grew up with a lot of friends from India because I went to private schools growing up with the rest of the doctors kids. Then I kind of went to shit. So none of them would have anything to do with me now. I became an untouchable. Literally. I was not a beggar on the street though. I was a salesman. I sold art that I drew. Mabye I was also a con artist. But I eventually got my shit together. Questionably. I still bounce back and forth between mania and depression constantly. I know how to deal with it though. For one. I got a job where I do not have to interact with customer service. I mean I do provide customer service, but it is much different because it does not involve money. That is where people get rude is when money is involved. So I work with inventory in the back of the store most of the day. I can literally go hide in the back of the store all day if I want to. Because there is plenty to do back there and I am on my own all day with no one telling me what to do. Or my boss will tell me at the beginning of the shift what to do, but just once and then I know what the expectation is to get done and I do it. But I can just go run and hide whenever I want, which is nice. I stopped a shop lifter today which was horrifying. This customer told me a guy was stuffing shit down his pants so I had to go tell the boss. He was hilarious. He just walks up to him and yells PULL IT ALL OUT NOW to the guy. He knows it was me that told on him. I don't feel bad necessarily. I just walk home every night and I saw this guy on the way home tonight. He was a drug addict and I imagine he was sent to boost something from the store and was really tweaked out, he looked like a tweaker and had those really high on meth eyes that are unmistakable so I could tell that he had just taken a hit before he walked in the store. Anyway I saw him getting the shake down by this much bigger guy. I imagine that was the guy that sent him to get what he wanted because he was a drug dealer and probably the addict asked for a hit before he went in as credit for what he was getting paid and now he was getting the shakedown because of me. That I did feel bad about. Honestly I would not have told on him. I see this shit everyday. Like literally all day every day I see people steal shit. I don't give a fuck. I really don't but today I had to because this customer told me to do so. I guess I could have just walked off and not told the boss but he was just in eyes reach of the customer so I had to. Now this guy knows it was me and he probably is really mad at me and he has nothing to lose so he is going to stab me I imagine at some point. ----- rewrite this as a single comment that is short enough to be a reply to a reddit comment but still as long as you can possibly make a Reddit comment and make sure to keep it in my voice

Man, that’s a picture of Chris. My cat liked him more than me. He was a homeless Marine I let stay with me till he got back on his feet, but my girlfriend murdered him instead. After that, I ended up homeless too. It was an adventure, but I came out stronger. There’s a lot I don’t fear now that most people do. I learned things about myself, like how people are actually intimidated by me, which I never expected. I have to keep my head, though, otherwise, I can be terrifying. Like the Hertz incident—back when I was living out of an Uber rental car with my cat, this dude was throwing a fit, ramming his VolksTesla into the gate, berating the staff, refusing to leave. Then he started making fun of this girl’s hair, and I just snapped. Got in his face, screamed at him until he left and called the cops on me. But everyone there backed me up, so nothing happened. It reminded me of when five guys kicked in my door in the middle of the night, and I had to fight them off with a chef’s knife, screaming like a lunatic, stabbing at them, slicing the walls, threatening to make sure their grandma saw what I did to them on Instagram. I go a little nuts when I get mad. But I don’t monetize my content yet because I’ve learned that over-monetizing kills good content, like how Google beat AltaVista. This Reddit account is a memorial to Chris. I use it as my only account. My old one got banned because I said some crazy shit. This one’s banned from r/Austin even though I live here. I’ve had my website since I was 12, gone through a ton of iterations, tried monetizing, got banned from subreddits left and right. Now it’s all about programming, and I focus on making good content instead of pushing ads. I vibe-coded a Next.js version of my blog, completely screwed it up, made like 40 commits trying to fix it, gave up, and went back to building something else slowly. I love TypeScript, JavaScript, HTML, CSS, and Python. I tried R when I was learning data science, and honestly, I should get back into it. AI used to be about crunching data in R, running stats, drawing insights. Now it’s vibe coding, and people like Luigi and friends hate that. Elon is probably vibe coding himself into some disaster. I’m running the LoCo hackathon—third iteration, fourth coming up. I fund it myself because I like challenging myself. If I lose, I’m out $100, but at least I didn’t code slop. A third of my web traffic is from India, and I wish I still had Indian friends. Used to have a rich one who invited me to visit, but I didn’t want to end up in human trafficking, so I passed. Maybe I should’ve gone. I grew up around Indian kids in private school, but I fell apart, and now I’m basically untouchable. Not homeless anymore, though. I used to sell art. Maybe I was a con artist. But I got my shit together. Now I work inventory, no customer service. I stop shoplifters sometimes, but I don’t care when people steal. This tweaker got caught today because a customer told me to report him. I saw him later getting shaken down by his dealer. Felt bad about that. If it were up to me, I’d have ignored it. But now he knows it was me, and I bet he’s gonna stab me someday.

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Chris was a homeless Marine I let stay with me until he could get back on his feet. My cat liked him more than me. Then my girlfriend murdered him. After that, I ended up homeless too. Lived out of a Hertz Uber rental, basically an indentured servant, driving nonstop just to afford the car I was sleeping in with my cat. That’s when the Hertz incident happened—this guy lost it, rammed his VolksTesla into the gate, and started berating the staff. I told him to leave before he got hit with criminal trespassing, but he just started mocking people, making fun of this girl’s hair. Something in me snapped. I got in his face, screaming at him like I did when five guys

Life’s one wild, twisted ride. I took in my buddy Chris—a homeless Marine my cat adored more than me—and let him crash with me until he got back on his feet. Then, out of nowhere, my girlfriend murdered him, and I ended up homeless too. It sounds like a bad movie, but every crazy twist made me tougher. I discovered I fear almost nothing now—and that people are actually intimidated by me, which is as unnerving as it is empowering. Not long after, I found myself living out of a Hertz Uber rental—indentured servant style—with my cat for company. In that rough phase, I witnessed a scene that sealed my reputation. Some guy, fuming and raving, had rammed his VolksTesla into the rental lot’s gate, yelling at the staff for not giving him another car, and even mocking a girl’s hair. I tried to reason with him, warning that he might get hit with criminal trespassing charges. But when he refused to budge and kept hurling insults, something in me snapped. I started yelling just like I did when five guys once kicked in my door in the dead of night, forcing me to grab a chef’s knife and vent my rage—stabbing at the wall, screaming threats, even promising a gruesome Instagram reveal. The cops showed up, but oddly enough, everyone there had my back. That outburst is just one piece of a life filled with extremes—bouncing between mania and depression, hustling through street days as a salesman (and maybe even a con artist) before finally getting my shit together. These days, I work in a store’s backroom, far from the money-fueled chaos of customer service, though I still witness wild stuff every day. Like when I had to step in on a shoplifting incident—reporting a guy stuffing his pants with stolen goods even though I usually just let it slide. Sure, now some guy might be plotting his revenge, but that’s just another unpredictable twist in the ride. I keep my Reddit account as a memorial to Chris and a space for the dark, raw humor of my life. I’ve had a website since I was 12 that’s morphed through endless iterations—from a monetized mess that got me banned from subreddits to a pure programming haven focused on genuine learning. I even tried my hand at a Next.js version of my blog, made 40 commits trying to fix my mistakes, and ultimately learned more about coding (and myself) than I ever expected. Whether I’m deep into TypeScript, JavaScript, HTML, CSS, or my favorite, Python, I’m always pushing to create something that isn’t just “content” but a true reflection of my journey. Now I also run hackathons—this is my third, with a fourth in the pipeline—pitting my skills against developers (I even get about a third of my web traffic from India). I once had a wealthy Indian Uber driver friend offer me a ride there, but I wasn’t about to sell myself into modern slavery. My past of private schools and hanging with the doctors’ kids is long gone; I became an untouchable in my own right, weathering every setback, every wild moment, and every bout of chaos that came my way. So yeah, I’ve done some crazy shit—from living rough with a cat and a homeless Marine friend to knife-wielding outbursts that would make a movie director jealous, from botching a Next.js site after 40 frantic commits to running high-stakes hackathons on a $100 challenge. I still deal with the fallout, and I know I can be that dangerous, unpredictable force when pushed too far. But every scar and every insane adventure reminds me that I’m still here, still kicking, and always ready to face whatever madness comes next.