I gotta say… living at a hotel is paid for and any food that I consume from the day of the fire until the day they finish our brand new kitchen, as long as I keep the receipts! If I eat takeout, grab the receipt. Fast food, “receipt please?” Grocery shopping? That receipt? “Better hold onto that one! It’s a biggie!” I am now on day 13 and I’ve really fallen into an stress free, made for introvert type of life at this very moment and I love it!
My golf game however has fallen somewhat since moving locations and TVs. This tv is high def and I’m used to my 24 inch tube tv that the Nintendo was organically made for and doesn’t have the wrong clock speed that would mess with the timing of the shots… which is what the ENTIRE GAME is!!!! Thankfully, the HD TVs provided to me plays the game perfectly and I have no excuses for the drop off. I need something besides speedrunning the game to not get bored of the same ole, same ole. And because I’m so smart and the most amazing at ideas to stay un bored, I decided that one else a month, I will hold a “Major” golf tourney on the last weekend of every month. I am going to have to figure out a way to pick a score that I have to beat to win my new coveted made up trophy for a made up tournament! Super pumped and the first major will be the next update!!
“Absolute Free living and eating is the only situation where someone can say, “money doesn’t equal happiness.” “
It wasn't too late. Maybe around 10 o'clock and I jumped on the stove top and turned the heat onto high so my Grease Pot will get hot enough to cook my food. Didn't take long and before I knew it I was snack/eating some badass deep fried food. Then my mom picked me up from my grandma's house and went home. I was 9 years old. I'm now 37, almost more.
I've never fucked up on it. A few nights ago, what the corner of east 4th and Chautauqua have named the incident "The Great Fire," I was making cheese sticks that were an amazing lil snacks last time I made them so I only threw 4 in.
Around 9:15 ish Is where I can recall every moment, leading up to, during and after 'TGF'. It was a serious of small things that went just a lil different or off. That they weren't big enough to have any possible thoughts of something of what happened
I wanted to go to sleep soon, so I stood by the pot and watched it pre heat and immediately put the cheese sticks in the grease after it melted for a quick 3 minute cook time. Right as I grabbed the cheese sticks with the tongs out of the grease, my cell phone beeped and for just one second, distracted me enough to forget to turn the burner off (it was on high.
So I went upstairs and within a few bites of the cheese sticks, I realized I had eaten one too many of them in the last month and these cheese sticks weren't tasting very good. The cheese was just... wrong. I was officially over them and needed a long break before I eat another one. Another 5 minutes passed when I started to smell something burning. Plastic like. That's never a good smell but we live close to a big train plant and sometimes weird smells can come from the plant from time to time so I stuck my nose in the open window. "Nothing but fresh air" i thought to myself.
Then I saw a string of smoke coming from the ground right next to my door. I thought... "Hmmm... i should open the door" and to my disbelief, the moment i opened the door, all I could see was smoke... and not the type of smoke that you get when you over cook something, but a smoke that I had never experienced.
One step into the smoke and my brain went into slow down mode, aka the adrenaline was flowing and was shocked when I arrived to the kitchen to see a flame going from the grease pan that had caught the entire microwave above it on fire which had flames going so high that they ran into the ceiling and went sideways covering half the ceiling. "Oh no. Oh ***t. OH ***k!" I thought.
Thank god for youtube videos concerning grease fires, for I knew that we should NOT throw any water anywhere near a grease fire so I quickly got a cast iron pan and slid it on top of the flaming pot, which stopped the 3 foot flames from shooting from it. After calling 911, I was finally able to grab the pot and put it out of the danger zone and my father was able to throw water into the microwave and the wall and ceiling above it. By the grace of god... the fire was put out! Two minutes later a few fire trucks arrived with a crew that looked anxious to dance the fire dance, but I was immediately put a damper on their parade when I told them that we pretty much already got the fire out. They ripped the melted Microwave out of the wall and put a little bit of water via our faucet in the kitchen and before we knew it, they were gone and now the long part of recovery began.
I am now in a hotel room for the next few weeks, waiting for the cleaning crew to go through the house and clean each item from the smoke that go into 90% of the rooms in the house. Then we have to wait while they install an entire new kitchen from the floor to the ceiling. Hopefully it wont take longer than a month, but until then, I'm going to be stuck in this hotel.
I brought some clothes and all the little things one needs to stay clean and the one thing I brought for entertainment was my Nintendo with a copy of GOLF so I can still sit back and distract myself for a little bit and play a few rounds and get some practice in to someday soon shoot the perfect round.
The history of SaltyChip is a history of a male named Kevin, and wherever he travels, so do his trusty notebooks with his favourite pen. A Pilot G-2, with a 10 on thickness. Anything less, and Kevin has a problem. In the past, People close to Kevin all knew about his notebooks and loved contributing to his short stories whenever they had ideas come about.
Notebooks. When talking about the birth of SaltyChip, we must bring up Notebooks. Three ring binders with the three-holed paper a thing of the past and always felt disposable, especially since the paper was notoriously flimsy and would it’s holes would rip and look like shit. With notebooks, the paper and the contents inside would feel safe. I felt like anything I wrote inside my notebook, would be safe for a long time to come. In 10th grade I had this red notebook in school that wasn’t tied to any of the 6 classes I had each day, but rather was quickly turning into an idea notebook from me and anyone that sat by me in class. It was a way to pass the boredom away.
The first and most important notebook was the well travelled and known, “Red Notebook.”
My internet name that I’m most recently using simply, “Eastwood.” The reasons for it aren’t for the the most obvious. No, not because of Clint Eastwood. It’s a shout out to “Clint Eastwood” that beat the shit out of Maddogg Buford Tannon in Hill Valley CA, in 1885. The Eastwood that is actually Marty McFly during his time travelling exploits.
The purpose of this blog changes from day to day. I’ve the worst at following through ideas and have a million half started websites that i started over the years but never went full steam ahead. Covid finally gave me no more excuses to use and it feels like this the perfect time with the perfect person to have his voice known.
I have no idea what will come from this website. Everyday is a surprise. Even when everything is closed and you’re stuck at home. I wonder how many people have dusted off their box of scrabble in the top shelf of the computer room’s closet. Hobbies suddenly became one of the few ways one to make a positive out of this whole worldwide pandemic.
This whole lock down affected everyone differently and made many people to learn a lot what their tendencies where when normal daily life was taken away. I was lucky this pandemic happened when I was 36 and not 18. I was WAAAYYYY more extroverted and was extremely bored if i was at home doing nothing. I needed to busy all day, everyday!
I’m the the exact opposite from that and I know i can never even come close to that type of person because I rarely drink and that entire lifestyle has lost it’s “luster.” I HONESTLY just LOVED to drink, get crushed but still functional, and see where that night will randomly end.
Why do this?
I can’t stand being out in public late at night now. Hate it. 3 mins and I’m ready to go. I love my house. When I’m home, I desperately make plans to get out of the house. As soon as i am out and about however, I’m already going though my excuse Rolodex to get out of the situation without losing any points. My trick for that, is too give them a moment that can create a lifetime memory with your friends. I already don’t like goodbyes already. I hate the whole, “i have to announce my future coming and going” and there is always one idiot that will randomly say something stupid and negative towards my departure. I hate those type of people. They the ones that comment on others clothes. I’m talking dude on dude talking clothes! I’m talking about me and my straight, boring dressing with my “friend” over there who is as boring as me but puts gel in his hair where I use water and a hand.
So here we are, over a year into this world wide pandemic and its up to hobbies to help me pass the time when time a needs a passiN!
Check out the quest for the world record in the “Golf Journals”/
SaltyChip’s Eastwood Golf 