The Story of the Bathroom Sink

Today i woke up full of wish to take hold, as the poet once said. It was around year 2000 when a guy who was doing mechanic work in his garage told me: You have to know how to "watch the news, George!", "If you don't watch them right, you will get more confused than before" or something like that and he looked like he meant it. It was maybe the beginning of a mental thread that never ended but i can still put myself at peace and trying to forget. Cause now i know what he meant. However, what i still don't understand is why he told me that? Just to bully me, recurrently, cause he was one of them. One of the thousands from the army of actors replacing anybody i ever met and knew. The Foxey news. Don't take them seriously, or better said literally, but behold and try to understand why they're saying this and that and on what level of the ladder of illusions.

Especially after what i saw last night on google earth. One of my theories that verifies and could possibly finally bring me some money. That is if the world is functioning the way they say it does which is not. But sometimes they are trying to simulate it does and i could, maybe, with lots of luck, catch one of those moments.

But a "dry air" was still choking me while a hangover from i'm not sure what was holding me back. Then i started to vaguely remember what i've done last night. I tried to clean one more time the uncleanable, the big black hole i'm staring every time i go there to wash my hands or whatever, underneath the bathroom sink. Before that i also tried to take one more picture to post online when i saw (in the picture), horrified that there was more to that runoff than i knew. Something on the other side of the drain. Another piece of it that leads to nowhere, while the front one covers the overfill. A cheap way to close everything. That runoff altogether can hold maybe one gallon of fluid.

Then i remembered the rubber gasket that i pulled from inside through one of the holes of the "assembly" as the guy at Homo DePot told me. The holes that allow the runoff to empty in case of overfill. That rubber gasket prevented water from the sink to go in the runoff, while the vertical holes on the pipe going down ("the assembly") do not?

Then i painfully took everything apart, stuck a rag, a kitchen sponge inside and tried to clean it one more time. I double i did it completely, cause while i'm writing her i feel the same pungent smell of "dry air" which is actually mold. Garlicky so to say. Took pictures,

then i ate something, and i remember i wanted to take that piece of broken gasket to Homo DePot to make it less painful there.
Then i left however outside i saw the poos. I told myself. Should pick them now cause it's gonna smell less inside when i get back.

So i went to pick those and it was then i realized i was high, could not handle that bag, i touched one of them, etc.. Then i went back inside to wash my hands.  Then i left but after the first intersection i realized i should have gone to park first to clear my mind a little, so they won't make again a full out of me. It was nice in the park, i took a few pictures. Until i got at the (in)famous T intersection, where there's always many vehicles waiting at the most useless stop sign in the world. After i passed that, again smoke was flooding the whole area so i just turned around, and the whole walk in the park was kinda neutral, i was dizzy again.

Right here beyond these threes  there is a (public) pond  that corresponds to the river through a canal. On the other side of the road there is another pond, hidden by a fence. From there, sometimes emerge ducks, big or small, mature or babies attempting to cross the road, in flight or walking. There is even a sign saying "duck crossing". Today they were driven by a blower from next house. They stopped the traffic as i was passing.

I passed again the whipping post of Tualatin, next to a trash bin

(Needless to say. Blogger has recently done some unrequested by nobody mods to it's interface. One of the things it does, is changing the resolution of the uploaded pictures, randomly. Others, impossible to describe in words, delays my work considerably, could have finished hours ago) So drove in my old truck to Homo DePot and there first thing i saw, like yesterday, was the deep blue smoke coming out of the BBQ, maybe announcing. Habeamus Presidentes. Again filling the huge parking lot with good smells of wood and BBQ.

Inside Homo DePot. I stuck my hand in my pocket where i knew i had that piece of gasket. However, it wasn't there. I knew i was toasted cause they are trying to set me up among many other things as going there for no good reason. Cause there was such gasket on the bay. There was no separate bay for bathroom sink, just a column in another one. I could find a gasket of that type for shower drain, but not for sink. I couldn't see any guys in orange apron around and went in paint and asked one guy and he went hysterical, like he waited and made a store wide announcement, inviting whoever wanted to come and help me on isle 12.  Finally an older curly guy (obviously not a Homo DePot seller but some politician but with mask, who can tell) came and started to play like he didn't understand what i was saying and after stumbling and guessing for 5 minutes. I showed him from the beginning the gasket from the shower drain and i said i needed one for the sink, then he showed me one for the kitchen sink which i already knew they had. Then he asked me, is it in the bottom or the top of the sink? I said on top and he showed me one for the faucet/ Should have said. Top of the bottom? He finally showed me he one whole assembly of a drain but with no gasket in it and then he told me, softly this time (not yelling like before to prove i'm stupid for anyone that listens, just for myself to hear), they used to have one, nowadays people are using silicon instead.

I came back, i was really careful at the left turn on Carman (yes, coming from Se quoia aka redwood), cause yesterday some crazy tried to simulate i didn't see him, trying to turn into my lane, and when i got here started to asses the mole hole situation.

Cannot prove it and nobody believes me but every time i plug those the smoke stops for a while. I was thinking. Maybe the guy with the catering business. Maybe catering is just a cover, maybe he's cooking hash. Cause i never feel the smell of food, only this weird smell that makes me dizzy, aggressive, etc.. But then why every time i find and plug those holes the smoke stops, at least for a while. Anyways, it's all outdated, while i was trying to figure new blogger's interface (i don't really know html, i learned only what i needed for minimal blog writing, now they changed it all and had to learn whole new tricks to be able to do the same thing. (Example: If y remove completely style from href after uploading a picture which i don't need for my minimalist style, blogger lowers dramatically the resolution of that picture).

However i throw this picture here, it was done hours ago, just went and plugged a hole inches from that one. After i heard a big exhaust noise and felt new smoke coming in here (vibration from the exhaust helps the smoke get inside).

Now i have to go and put that sink together, using silicon, whatever, is 6 PM and all my plans for today are forgotten since many hours ago.

As for the money making idea. I told Angela earlier today. I did look a bit last night on google earth for some big gold mine locations around the globe like in South Africa and all i can tell is there is way more gold out there waiting to be found and i know where to look for it.