Hello!
It’s been another year since I was forced back to Vegas, been since 2011 I’ve been back. If I held my ground back then, I wouldn’t allowed a shallow old guy take advantage of my kindness and wellbeing, then threatened my life and career I would have been thriving up there in Bend Oregon at least.
Vegas, it’s filled with both money and the money chasers, a mob driven town that turned this place into the biggest little city in the world.
But not anymore… It has been in the works for the longest time to turn this into the “Tortuga” town for the rich. Tortuga is a pirate town, similar to Nassau of the old pirate legends and a mixer of Dubai. At least from my point of view, the rich wants to kick out locals that isn’t up to par with the spending and anyone who can’t afford their level. I’ve seen this coming, it is what it is, I really don’t give a shit anymore.
Why do I hate this place so much? top 5 reasons why:
- Bad Mindsets: Mindset of some people that live here, moved here and expecting more.
- Bad Vibes: Vibes even my neighbors are bad, racists, and just straight up mean.
- Bad People: Vegas is a hard town if you combine both 1 + 2 it is what I feel like why I isolate myself from, to thrive you have to exploit people and rob them.
- Always Bad Weather: Vegas Heat, I cry the moment it hit’s 90F and it’s not even May because it brings me to the memory of living in central Oregon that was stripped from me.
- Entrapment: When you are stuck in the struggle of survival, it’s hard to thrive and almost impossible to thrive, as this town is filled with the breaking bad Saul Goodman’s and Gustavo Frings. No one wants to help you get thriving, they rather exploit you and thrive on your struggle.
I am working on my way out, currently I am stuck with family who seem to be apart of the list and wanting to do nothing more but to keep me also in the struggle of survival. They know this and they treat me as if I am some type of joke, I can’t ask them to leave because they forced situations on my lap that is becoming way too much for me to handle.
I’ve written 2 books so far and published them, now I am creating music with my words and making AI sing them. I am crying out for help, all I need is that helping hand. This isn’t your typical struggle bus, this is a bad family circle that needs to break and I refuse to be the center of it all. I ether need to become homeless again or find an opportunity soo good that I can drop everything from Vegas and move back to Oregon, I know it has to exist.
I would love it to be option number 2, but I can’t keep this up sooner or later I am going to become homeless and I’ve tried my best to prevent it, just when no one wants to listen or take action, this is why I am stuck while everyone’s unstable mental illness has cursed me and my home per-se. I have a Father’s who has been on suicide watch September of last year, my brother who I have no idea what he is doing, but is suffering from a massive depression and now my uncle is being forced to move in as he is on the major spectrum and needs assistance in his living as he is 79 years old now while I work 10 hours days on a role I despise so much (I am extremely burned out), on a paycheck that is placed me on a struggle from paycheck to paycheck. I feel a lot of times in my own home I am on house arrest, maybe that is due to the nature of growing up with this family and my own abuse I’ve taken from that old times that keep resurfacing.
Shit, they refused to call me by my name and treat me as if I am a joke.
And to think, I didn’t buy this house for the family to move in, this time, I bought this house to resell later on and move back to Oregon and disappear.