I, Slacker

The story of one man's brave journey from being a globetrotting internet professional to becoming a full-time slacker. It's about exchanging money for time, rediscover forgotten pleasures and enjoy the small (cubans & sportcars) and the bigger (the missus) things in life.

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Location: San Francisco, California, United States

Friday, May 13, 2005

My Last Day As Slacker

Everything has an end. Only the fool thinks he's invincible and I'm all but a fool, just a simple slacker soon to be retired.

What a journey this has been. Spending all my time just slacking, contemplating, listening to my own thoughts, exploring every angle and letting time flush through my life like blood through my veins has been the purest form of luxury. I've felt pleasures beyond my wildest imagination, lust that goes beyond earthly desires and light that is brighter than the sun.

I'm relaxed, re-energized and re-born as I stand here before you. My mind is pure and my heart is full of passion. I'm ready to fight the evil empire until justice is done.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Vacation Separation Anxiety

- Why did we have to leave Los Cabos?, I screamed when waking up in the middle of our first night at what we currently call home.

The Margarita is still so clear in my mind, as the sun and the sand. I'm going through a severe vacation separation anxiety attack right now. I need my daily Cohiba, lunch Bandera and afternoon Siesta.

I can already feel how the cold, damp San Francisco weather is sucking me into it's deep dreadful jaws. How the "No Smoking"-signs grow bigger, how the evil eyes are being magnified when mentioning the pure pleasure of a cigar. How the traffic jams are jamming all senses and I'm bumper-to-bumper with crazy, stressed-out, angry people driving Mini-Vans and SUV's.

I'm trying to hold onto the memory of sand inbetween my toes, of the smooth taste of a tequila anejo or reposado on my tongue mixed with lime and salt, and of the sun heating up a sun deprieved body until the cooker plings "Ready - the roast is done".

But it gets harder and harder for every minute. I can feel how my tan is slowly disappearing, melting like an icecream left in the sun. Every force in the universe tends to find it's equilibrium. The context defines that equilibrium and figthing it is useless, a waste of time, a mad man's job.

But better mad than pale, I think and head slowly to the humidor to light up my morning Cohiba.