Just do the thing

I got laid last night so this morning I'll give life advice.

Sep 21, 2025

Just do the thing. If you are contemplating doing a thing, do the thing. Don’t wait for the right moment, don’t make a plan, don’t make sure your friend is going, just do the thing. All the good stories I have exist because I just did the thing. Bought the van. Made the book. Met that guy from craigslist, or that girl from twitter, drove across the country for my sisters’ birthday, just do the thing.

This has been my path over the past 11 months living in the van. Got stories and friends and photos in nearly all the states. Now I am headed to Denver.

The Chevy Astro is a beast. I have done NO maintenance besides regular oil changes. It just keeps going. From 170k miles up to 190k now.

Yesterday I was driving from Iowa City to Omaha, simply because Omaha is the next city heading West. Posted about it on internet. I never check replies because I hate feedback but yesterday my resolve broke, and I saw this:

I almost didn’t go. I could’ve just gone through the McDonalds drive through, found a place to park, jerked off and went to sleep. That’s how a lot of nights go.

But I did. Because hey, it’s Saturday night, and you only live once, and I like how “Laka Lono Rum Club” sounds, and maybe something good will happen. Just do the thing.

So I went. I street-parked the van in a spot that wasn’t really a spot, because parking in downtown Omaha is impossible, but hey they’re not gonna tow me, it’s fine, I put on my green button up shirt, the only shirt I like, and I walked to this bar alone.

I am sober, miserable, lonely, I hate it. I feel like a weird incel freak. There’s no seating for me anywhere. I spend $30 (1/20th of my total money XD) on a drink with a pineapple in it and a couple bulgogi bao buns. It’s all too spicy for my sensitive young tastebuds.

Eventually I find a place to sit and just finish my food alone. I’m nearly about to leave, call it a night.

But then, I shit you not, “Cruel Angel’s Thesis” played on the speakers. And my luck changed.

This big blonde girl came up to me at my table. Asked if I was alone. Called me handsome. Made me feel good. Introduced me to her 3 girl friends. Asked if they could sit with me. Of course, sure. They were varying levels of attractiveness. All white and aged 24-26. Nice girls.

I told them about what I do and they're amazed like all people are until they go online and see how racist it is. They've never heard of Substack. Most people haven't.

They adopted me into their group feeding me tropical drinks until I was confident enough to take ownership of one of them, this quirked up frizzy-haired Irish Jewess, who was wearing a tan corduroy onesie and nerdy spectacles and would laugh at everything I'd say.

I learned about their quaint Nebraska lives, drinking and drinking until the slightly-overweight-but-it-went-to-the-right-places Jewess and I were sitting outside on some steps making out, I held her hands behind her head onto this brick wall and kissed her until I had a little stiffy and out of pure desperation asked Do you want to see the van?

She resisted at first... so we went back to the bar and I met more nice young people playing beer pong. When you're one guy in a group with 4 girls you can do no wrong. I felt connected to humanity in some moments, drunk playing darts with some corn fed Whites at “T Henry’s Pub.”

When the bar finally closed at 2 AM, one of the Other Girls led me and Kylie back to her place, so I wouldn't have to sleep in my van. Works every time.

Her place was incredible, it's Omaha Nebraska so your money goes like 5x as far... this huge high rise apartment she toured us through would have been 4-5k EASILY in NYC, here in Nebraska it's like 1400 fucking dollars. Noted. She says Omaha is a hidden gem and I shouldn't write about it on my blog. Sorry I have to tell the people what's out there.

She had an entire guest room in this apartment, because it's Omaha, where she allowed Kylie and I to sleep on the big comfy bed, and once the door was closed we got to fucking immediately.

This girl is proportionally gifted and I took a picture of her nice big ass on the way out so I'd never forget. It was sex where we rubbed against each other until I just slipped inside her twisted from behind, I couldn't not do it, there was no conversation, no doubts, we are fucking raw in your friend's bed and she begged me to look her right in the eyes as I did it which was just fine with me because throughout the night I Liked Her Vibe and She Liked Mine. Once I felt I was about to Explode I asked: Are you on birth control? Yes. Of course you fucking are. So much trust here. Just came inside her instantly--YOLO.

Maybe she’ll get pregnant. Maybe I’ll get Herpes. Who cares. Just do the thing.

I know my life is not so inspirational. I’m pretty much just driving around tempting fate waiting for something to kill me. But I am having a pretty good time, in general, as long as I keep Doing the Thing.