(I've excluded the following kind of entry because It's hard to provide much proof of it happening AND because it's so fucking crazy that, well, someone might actually believe I was......................wait for it.....................CRAZY.)

6/16/2017: food collision

This morning, a Japanese container ship crashed into the USS Fitzgerald and 7 crewman are lost.

Yesterday I ate Japanese food for lunch and then ate American pizza rolls for dinner. I believe the ship collision is a metaphoric projection into my reality of my food from yesterday crashing into each other in my digestive system and/or in the toilet this morning, which was taking place right at the EXACT TIME the ships collided:

There is a 17 hour difference between L.A. and JST, which meant 1:30am for them was 8:30am my time, which was exactly when I was taking the shit.

(I didn’t think at the time to take a screen shot of my browser history to show the length of time I wasn’t surfing the net, which was proof of me taking a shit at that time. I also forgot to take a picture of the shit :)

Here is the Japanese food order, the previous day for lunch. I can’t prove to you I ate Tortino’s pizza rolls for dinner, but I did:

The Japanese ship was called ACX Crystal.

Now, the even more interesting thing is that a few hours later, on the day of the crash, in my toilet, I had a food delivery of Greek food and the delivery person for Postmates was an Asian guy named Giang.

I have a note on my order to place the food bag on the floor in my garage, which I will retrieve at a later time. This guy, for some reason, rather than just leaving the food on the floor, took an empty Cristal box from my recycling pile and put that in the middle of my garage floor and put the delivery food on top of it.  ACX Crystal/Cristal. What the hell is going on here?

I also didn't capture the security footage from my garage Nest camera, showing him doing this. I had no idea I would use something like that to use as proof for this website, at a later day.