Amazing. most people are at least semi-functioning adults by that point.
You probably don’t hear this a lot, Yakuza, especially not here, but you actually kind of inspire me (Illuminati conspiracies aside).
I too am 27, failing at college, completely uninteresting to women, etc. I’ve also been homeless before and lived in hotels for brief periods of time.
At least you have a paying job, the willpower to try to make your life better, and a sense of stubborn pragmatism in the face of desperation. I respect that. I’d have given up already (and in many ways I already have). So, good luck with things…
Yakuza, do you by any chance have a mullet?
Ha, I need to change my user name. I’ve never had a Taurus! I rode in one when I was 12 or 13 though.
Edit: I’m about the same age as the OP and run around Little Rock some, but I doubt we’re in the same circle of people. I’m curious though.
He slips out of character sometimes. Easy to do when you’re typing with one hand.
I’m so confused I don’t know where I live or what my name is.
Hey, I can pull it off.
Don’t pull it off, or even the hookers won’t want you.
He looks like an 8, 9, or 10.
Yakuza. Not only will he be a major player in the Wall Street escort futures, he’ll also be a hotel magnate. You all laugh now, but I tell you, Yakuza is going to create an escort empire. 
I know! Me too! I’d also like to know what he thinks a good looking girl looks like. Also, how can someone come home with someone who doesn’t have a home? So many questions!
I’m also curious about what “fun” is. Have we gotten an answer to that yet? Is it drugs of some sort?
He explained somewhere in one of his 5 threads that “fun” means 2 things:
(a) Playing video games on his laptop at public wi-fi hot-spots where he hangs out.
(b) Time spent with his escorts.
Not necessarily in that order of importance. I think he also wrote somewhere that he DOESN’T do drugs.
But, without regular escort sex, he might go crazy.
Apparently, it’s a short journey.
(My bolding)
Actually, not, or perhaps he’s gone back on his original story. What he claims is that he plays PS3. When challenged on where he can plug in his PS3, he said that he has a “portable flat screen.”
So, picture him dragging around his laptop, his PS3, and a flat screen and you wonder where he gets the electricity. That has been asked by someone, but not answered.
Little details such as that, as well as the obvious questions of logistics (unless his storage place is the wifi hot-spot) and shower, etc., and breaks in character when he actually types out real words lead me to come down further on the “nay” side of the question if Yak is real or not.
So how come you stopped staying at your friend’s house? What “rules” didn’t you like?
(And yeah, I can believe this guy’s for real. Ever read “Encylopedia Dramatica”? LOTS of weirdos like him)
Can I interest you in a game?
That’s it?!?
This has been fascinating reading, and I hope you guys didn’t run out of clever one-line answers, such as the name of the hotel and Yakuza’s hairstyle.
Come on, guys, please. Someone take up the torch.
Okay, I’ll come clean, so to speak: I used to do the same thing, though not for the same reason.
No, really!
During my single years, I used to like to go antique shopping, especially in small towns and I liked to stay in a wooded area with a small cabin and fireplace.
In the evening, I’d check out the honky tonks and sometimes ask to sit in on the easy tunes with E, A, D and G chords.
Sometimes I got lucky, but believe it or not, I never took my “mini-vacations” for that reason. When you’re solo and not in a relationship, you have no idea
(or maybe you do) how good it feels to take a long weekend in some little out of the way place.
If I were a car, I’d call it “blowing out the gunk”.
So:
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Check in
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Look in phone book for antique shops (usually there’ll be at least three located in “what used to be” downtown) across from the railroad tracks on the same side as the old Rexall drugstore.
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Go into drugstore, buy a couple of postcards. They’ll be a bit yellowed, but by God, they’ll have 'em.
Ask the cute little teenager (or matron) behind the counter where the best restaurant is to be found. Thank her and go shop your ass off in the antique shops. Be sure to haggle and dicker - no fun if you don’t.
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By now it’s getting to be late afternoon. Go buy some groceries, some beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon is good) go back to cabin and shower up for the evening meal.
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Go to evening meal! Think Slim Pickens in that B52 as you read that.
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While eating, be sure to ask where a guy can go hear some live “Jimmy Buffett”-kinda music. Go to bar and ask the the lead guitar during a break if you could sit in with your flat top on a couple of tunes. Guys have said yes to me 100% of the time.
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That bar won’t be within walking distance, trust me, so be sure to nurse those 3-4 beers (do NOT ask for wine!), because when you leave, the one cop that little burg has on duty will zero in on your car (I recommend a rental - nothing flashy) and pull your ass over if you drive too slow or the least little bit on the yellow in the middle or the white on the right.
He wants to meet you, you see. He wants to make sure you know who’s “boss”, so be sure to “sir” him whenever possible.
When he lets you go (100% of the time for me) try not to freak as he follows you all the way back to your cabin or MO-tel.
Days 2 and 3: rinse and repeat, hopefully avoiding step 7.
So that’s what I liked to do, and I tried to do it every time I had a long weekend. 2 days is just 2 short.
Quasi
Quasi – I’m guessing you weren’t homeless because you spent half of your income on whores, though.
never needed it that bad, Guin.
Quasi