Spring, 2019… Now outcast by friends, betrayed ultimately by a failed marriage & with more limited options than I’d ever before seen… panic-calls started flying from my phone in rapid-fire succession. Mind you, David Hojak was frantic. In the past, there had been instances where health hindered both employment & transportation in tandem. He’d never faced anything as seemingly insurmountable as this, as far away from his own home state, by himself… feeling as vulnerable as wounded vermin. Even though all I wanted to do was hide, I had to once again “rescue myself.” There wasn’t any time for hiding… David Hojak had begun to hate this script. The perpetual, monotonous rereading of it was wearing on both my soul and spirit.

As I left Nevada, I packed only four boxes & a backpack full of clothes, then departed. A 62″ curved-screen TV, my smaller 55″ flat-screen in the bedroom, my surround-sound stereo & speakers, all my action figures… in an instant & with a single step, gone. So much was in those boxes… some of which included my father’s vinyl records, my grandfather’s war medals, irreplaceable pictures & other heirlooms. Though abandonment itself can be a tragic & untimely affair… it had become neither such thing for me, at that point. By then, people had become as trivial as board games. They were as stubborn as stones, as thick-headed as hammers & as “instructable” as infants. Gender & ethnicity become moot at a point, unless someone’s taking offense to deter from a well-made counterpoint. By then, I’d learned… if disagreements were an inevitability, I’d do little to change their course, other than “involve myself”… which I wasn’t about to do again.

Put bluntly…… I knew at this point that once people slip up on being “smart” or “honest” about things… man, does it show.

The next leg of the adventure began when a high school friend in California offered me a place to stay. And she wasn’t just any friend… this was a woman I’d had a crush on in school, even though I was involved back then. She felt mutually, and it showed. Alongside a chance to stay with her came a chance to “be close(R) to her again.” As she saw it (as had just happened)… my “wife” had “up & abandoned me at my unhealthiest,” and I required “a break.” I ended up there with her for just more than 3 months.

While with her, we spent our nights “catching up,” watching movies (fractionally) & functionally “entertaining ourselves” repetitiously/at-will. Friend/relatives of hers I met seemed decently honest, and her underlings didn’t irritate me, so I was comfortable enough there. Around the 90-day mark, though… curiously enough, my belongings disappeared, having “gotten stolen” from her storage unit… when it was “BROKEN INTO.” Of course, all of this is according to her. I’ve NEVER seen the police report she apparently filed citing the date or incident. Come to think of it, nor have I seen any paperwork from the storage… though she claims she filed reported the break-in with BOTH. And though I’ve no solid ground to stand on in knowing she’s deceptive about my things being stolen, I digress. Even though not a single thing of hers got stolen in that incident, it gets even better than that.

Soon after being robbed, stranger things began happening. She’d leave me alone without saying anything in advance, most notably… then, she’d offer awkward explanations on where she’d “been” or had to go… even though I’d asked for none at all. It wasn’t like relationship rules were in place or anything… but I suddenly found the way she “acted” to be unusual. That lasted about a week and a half, though. It wasn’t until she actually saw me have this variety of affliction health-wise that she went into “panic mode.”

Within days of nearly having another heart attack, in her apartment, she didn’t call 911 to help me… oh, no. Instead, she called police to lodge libelous claims about me, then remove me from her home, long after she’d disappeared. Rather than help to save my life… she instead let me nearly die, then SENT POLICE to do any “clean-up” work necessary. Next thing I knew, to attribute having all my belongings stolen… this demoness dishonestly had me removed from her apartment, in filing an “order” against me altogether.

Summed-up, within a fiscal quarter of arriving back in Southern California to stay with that “friend”… the last of my things got stolen, I almost died & was then “dismissed” by police, unforeseeably & unjustifiably. Her & I haven’t talked since. Surely, she won’t burn in hell or anything. And the law let her get away with every last bit of it. The first book I’ve authored goes into MUCH more detail than these brief pieces do, about my life’s earlier stages. It would be unfair to “spoil” all the best parts via my “blog site.” Surely, I’ll keep authoring, sometimes reflectively… but it’ll primarily document positive reflections or outcomes.

The yield of my authored efforts will offer more detailed experiences & collectively-learned lessons. Also, I discuss what’s most applicably increased and strengthened my mind’s stamina beyond so much difficulty. If anything, my offerings to the world will be to spread something positively influential, broadly-spanning & vastly contributory. Despite all this unnecessary hardship in life… and based on where this life takes me next, who knows where it’ll all end up?

“Society… you’re a crazy breed…… I hope you’re not lonely without me.”


~ Eddie Vedder