For Mom, Love Steve

Well my last week is here and almost done. I really have not had many things to worry about with the car being sold. I put a little note on a web board for the VI (vimovingcenter.com), advertising the little bit of stuff that I had purchased while here. A couple of TV’s, air conditioner, fans, etc. Surprisingly it all sold rather quickly. Even better was that the two people I sold all the stuff to let me hold on to them until I was ready to leave. That’s what I call island hospitality. Like that’s going to happen on the mainland. “Here’s the money, go ahead and give me a call when your done using the stuff.” Just plain nice. Really, the only thing that I have not been able to accomplish is opening up a Citibank Money Market Account. I was planning on stashing a large chunk of cash there, and most importantly shifting the funds out of my Banco Popular (VI and Puerto Rico only bank), and into a more universal bank. They offer much better interest rates, but also have ATM’s and banking centers throughout the world. This will save tons on transaction charges since I will be using ATM’s primarily to fund this trip. Well, since I am in the VI, they will not open the account so I have shifted all my accounts to a friends address in Key West. Since I tried again they are asking for proof of residence and employment. I am currently in the process of forging documents so that I can get this stupid account without having to fly to Miami. Bastards.
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Sold the car today. Pretty much everything else is gone as well. Sold all the sellable stuff and dropped off the rest to the Salvation Army. Lets check the good ole scorecard.

Steve:

-Unemployed.

-No car.

-Hygiene suspect. Now so I haven’t cut my hair, stopped shaving, wear the same clothes every day, and haven’t bathed all that much (now I do hit the beach almost everyday so that has to count for something.) I think it is very unfair that people are telling me that I look like a bum. Whats up with that!

-I have enough food to last about three days before I start eating un-ripe mangoes. I’m not walking down this mountain and carrying groceries back up. Hell, I’m not backpacking yet.

-In less that a week I will be leaving my humble abode and joining the ranks of the homeless.

What a catch I am now. As bad as it sounds, why can’t I stop smiling?

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