1. I found $150 on the ground while walking to work on my first day.

2. They were paying me $6 hour.

3. They weren't giving me full time hours, and they weren't letting me work in admissions (concessions). They freaked out over telling me what to do and ordering me around, my face broke out, and it's really too much work. To clean entire theaters, professionally bartend and bring moviegoers their meals to their chairs, and to focus on hundreds of invenory listings each night - that's insanity. I feel the others make about $9. It's extremely rude.

4. Meet the Fockers was too rude. On the first night I sat on the toilet and bloodlet quite a bit, on the second night all the toilets overflowed and they made ME spray and clean all the toilets and then mop.

5. They won't let me have part of the tip jar until I've been there for 2 weeks... and I was the bartender. Please.

Meanwhile Charleston isn't anything but cold and wet and dead. Really dead. And the other two freaks in the room have been living in that dorm for more than 6 months, they are both jews, one's old, one's a bit younger.

An old black woman came to the hostel, and so came also a free turkey, so we cut that up and put it into a pot and cooked Christmas dinner. Nobody seemed grateful, but anyway this old woman has travelled the world (even to antarctica) and she decided to leave, giving me her private room upstairs for one week. That saves me, and after a ten hour nap, I can see why I couldn't write. My chest felt as though it had a knife in it from those kids.

Now I feel better, but I don't want to go out. I think tomorrow it will feel better to write - maybe I can get another few pages done.

Do a nice cover photo eventually. No need to think about all that, but say hanging out online sells you 5000 copies - that's sixty percent of what, $25 each? Good reason to be online.

And what a good idea to move to Atlanta. I guess I could do that now, find a roommate under $350, what with $2100 already saved since returning to Charleston... might be better to wait, though.

So I said NO I'm not leaving it.

But on the first, I am surely surely going to the bus station and moving to 'downtown' Atlanta. It's much more expensive but YET affordable, and each potential roommate that I wrote to has written me back with particulars.

So that's keeping me alive. My Christmas here was totally evil and the people here made complete fools of themselves and showed me how ugly they are. YUCK, I declare cunningly.

Now about that earthquake in nothingness - that's about Miami. When I got there they made a joke on tee vee about a tsunami threat, and whilst there an evil Indian man or Indonesian man decided to hurt me by playing a videotape he sold to me on the public viewing monitor - of porn. On my tee vee it wouldn't work, but they couldn't do a refund and so I threw that away. They were really and truly that rude. He had the ugliest fact I've ever seen.

Also something about it has to do with Dallas long ago, and a long time in coming was this.

Do the people who read this realize how very terrible and evil those creeps really are?

Imagine me, with great hair and a nice look, wandering aroud there looking for work.