Things to ponder... (beware, long post)

Well yesterday Darren (my boss) took me to the airport, and there i was; with my nicer jeans, black shoes and a shirt he gave me.

We were at the Fort Lauderdale airport and my job was to get people and he'd come out of the parking lot to drive them.

Darr instructed me carefully as to what not to do, where not to go, how to behave around certain airport people, etc. I understood and kept my eyes peeled. Not easy to sell a service on-site like that; my previous experience in sales was Toys 'r Us and a small neighborhood computer store where once customers walk in you pretty much have them in your pocket.

We worked from 9AM to 6PM, and afterwards he said i did an excellent job for my first day there. On the way back to dropping me off at BK he told me about his life, he used to be a pilot (his license is still valid). Darr spoke of his wild days of flying people to Atlantic City, Vegas, and other places. He also talked about his real estate business, how he made it big and moved down here and soon after the market crashed and thus started the limo business.

Long story, you don't need all the details but you get the idea. He is a nice guy. So as he drops me off, i asked him "Do i look homeless?" he said "Are you kidding me?". He was shocked.

Well i went and gave him a 5 minute rundown of how i became homeless and then he asked me if i could tell Miri (his wife). I saw no problem so i told him to go ahead.

He calls her, next thing he says "You're coming with me", i said "Ok".

I knew my boss was successful, but once i saw his house... i was like "wow!". It spelled WEALTH all over. 2 well groomed dogs, 3 kids, big 2 level house, garage, driveway, pool in the back inside a gated community.

Motza ball soup and chicken, that is what i had. I was their guest! they even introduced me as a guest to their kids.

Then Darr said, "Go take a shower" and i'm a bit confused so i asked "Are you sure?"... i mean these people know me a few days and already they are opening their house and letting a homeless dude take a shower at their nice house? it was too good to be true. He said "yes of course, this is my house. Miri! get him a towel!", and she did (a HUGE towel).

I haven't had a nice shower with warm water in months. I never liked cleaning up with cold water, all my life i've had warm water (even in Peru). So you can imagine how nice it felt to be in a normal bathroom and getting cleaned up the way i used to.

Next thing we're watching their big plasma tv in their livingroom (with a ceiling so high you think it may be a cathedral!).

Darr and me talk a bit, and then he said "don't talk to her no more man, don't answer no emails, no nothing... cut it like a cancer, 'cause she is sick and you are gonna get sick, listen to me.". Darr is quite direct.

He said he would help me because he sees that i can help his business. Which makes sense. Miri made tea and we all had a cup, it was very nice.

She asked me about Nina, and i told her enough that she was surprised i had stayed with her so long. I admitted it was partly my fault for not leaving sooner.

At around 10PM Derr drove me back to BK (my bike was there) and on the way he advised me to get a place, that he would try and help me find something if i wanted. I said i was fine in my tent and was saving money to go to Canada.

Then he tells me "You don't need to leave, there is nothing in Canada for you. You're running away. Stay, you can make it, i see you're a good guy. You can work and start over here." Which gave me much to think about. I'm so set on leaving for Canada assuming i had nothing left here...

Friends and other people who knew me had told me this, but i didn't want to stay... postpone for certain reasons, yes. Stay, no.

Now this very successful man, who had a family and a business (and he certainly knows what he is doing) tells me to my face i should stay... it was different. As if a bucket of water had just been dropped on my head.

Now i can't say that i will move to Canada 100% like before. I'll see how working for them works out.

Now he drops me off, and of course BK is closed. But... Marilu is running the place tonight and Craig is there. Hah! the door opens for good ol' Luis, hell yeah!

Craig introduces me to a friend (the 30 year old he was sorta seeing) and tell me that she is a lesbian (a former bi-sexual) and that they'll stay friends (even though she gets naked in front of him when drunk, and asks Craig to take pics with his phone... yeah, some crazy stuff).

So between us 4 we had a good time talking and joking around. I left BK at 1AM, i've never stayed that late in BK (or anywhere else in years).

I got to my tent to sleep. Ah, something to mention here. I haven't been sleeping too well in the past few days. I turn and twist and wake up a few times during the night. I think it's probably all the emails Nina sends me that is taking it's toll on me.

6:30AM, i wake up, can't go back to sleep. I get dressed and hit BK. I call Derr at 8:45AM telling him i'm ready to work. He tells me he will be a bit, at about 9:40 he calls and asks me to get him coffee. I had already paid for my breakfast, so i get Brittany (that is how it's spelled) the new girl to give me a coffee cup for free. I get Derr his coffee, he picks me up and we roll. I thought we were going back to the airport but Miri had an event to do (photography) and she needed him at 3PM.

Not enough time to get to the airport and make enough money. So he drops me off at the newly build Walmart Supercenter in Coconut Creek to distribute fliers.

By the time he calls (noon) i had hit about 350 cars. He tells me he will be late and to start making my way to BK. I finish the parking lot and i think my count is a bit over 400 fliers.

I get a ride to the Target which is on the way back towards Glades. I start to hit that parking lot, and he calls me again asking me where i am because he had gone to Walmart to get me so i say "Derr, i'm at another parking lot" and he replies "god you move so fast! where are you now?", so i tell him.

By the time he parks across 441 at the Lowe's parking lot i had hit about 100 cars. So a bit over 500 flies on windshields, not bad for a few hours work.

We talk a bit, he tells me more about when they lived in NY. I don't think giving you the details is a good thing, but i can honestly say, the man has lived an exciting life.

He gives me $25 for 3 hours work and then i went into BK, which was full of people. I see Craig busy so i send him a text with my phone "Where is my whooper and fries bitch?"... we're cool like that, he'll probably text me back cursing me out and we'll laugh about it tonight.

I went to my tent to change, because the shirt Derr had given me was not too good with the heat i was under. I was soaked. Hot, hot, hot day today. I'm used to it, wearing a cotton T-shirt, not a regular shirt.

I then had a problem with my bike, so i spent an hour taking the right back break apart, adjusting it and putting everything back together. Good think i have those bike tools i took with me, i had them from my Toys 'r Us days when i used to help in building bikes during chistmas years ago.

By the time my bike is set is 2PM. I ride here and here i am writing. It's 3:40PM now, gone through 2 computers writing this post.

I'm seriously considering getting a place, even if it's just to wait out the canadian winter. Oh yeah, almost forgot. I sent one last email today to Nina through myspace account (that is how she's been sending emails 'cause she doesn't know my email address) telling her i didn't want any contact with her and that i was going to delete my myspace account, sent the email and then, did it.

So, no more emails from her. Derr gave me the number to a lawyer friend of his, i will call him Monday. I need to get that done as soon as i can.

Well i wanna reply to a friend's email, so take care everyone and have a great weekend.