Downhill Trajectory

There’s nothing like being rudely awakened at 3am by a group of drunk dickheads standing outside Zippys across from the “old folks home.” The drunken conversation consisted of incoherent yelling, very much similar to cacophony created by the clinically insane homeless. The yelling continued until sunrise, which must have been when they sobered up.

The security guard neglected to unlock the community room at the “old folks home” this morning. So, coffee was procured at the fast food joint in Kahala. Coffee refills are free, so the ability to limit caffeine intake was usurped.

Bus rides to and from town have become unnerving as of late. Too many opioid-addicted fools as well as a steadily increasing homeless presence make the journey nearly unbearable. The same could be said of the gym in town as well. Yeah, everything is turning into shit!

Emaciation worries prompted an appointment for another body fat test. The result was a surprising 18% fat composition. That one percent more than the last testing. Quite odd. Both the electronic device and standard calipers were used. So, the emaciation quandary is a matter of old age.

Upon return to the “old folks home” from Kahala Mall this afternoon, the air-conditioned community room was still locked. Many of the senior citizens congregate there for relief from the hot and stuffy cells. Calls to the resident manager were allegedly fruitless. Obviously, there were quite a few perturbed senior citizens.

Fortunately, dinner at Subway® in Ala Moana Center was the “saving grace.” A overstuffed six-inch “sub” and four free cookies more than made up for the day. Otherwise, everything is still turning into shit.

Addendum: A quick evening bus ride to town was made from Ala Moana Center to procure canned air at Walmart®. Lots of homeless and other derelicts were milling about. The bus ride back to the “old folks home” was nauseating. Lots of homeless and clinically insane derelicts were on board. As stated previously, everything is turning to shit.