I’m on vacation from thinking about the future.
This year I’m gonna quit my job. If the payout doesn’t come through by June. I said this last year. June. Then it was December. Before that it was when I had $20,000. Then $50,000, $100,000, $200,000. Now half a million, right? I hope so because the jump to a million’s too long. I’d be 50 probably. Interest rates, treasury yields won’t be high by then. High enough to sink that money into T bills. Get $50k a year plus my writing money–
My mom says it’s a bad idea to quit. My AA sponsor. My best friend. My–can’t say girlfriend yet. I did ask.
But it’s a nuisance, and gay, to do another man’s life’s work.
I need to make more from writing. I’m talking to you personally. If you’re not a paid subscriber to my Substack within 12 hours of reading this–I know who you are. I know where you live. If you’re not a paid subscriber within 12 hours of reading this I’m going to come to your house. And I’m going to (REDACTED) you. I’m going to (REDACTED) your family. First I’m gonna beat your ass in front of your girlfriend with Muay Thai. If you have any grappling this is not about you. Then I’m gonna We Need to Talk about Kevin you with a bow and arrow.
I’d say I’m gonna shoot you with my gun but I got a bad batch of ammo. It keeps jamming. You could cross the distance in the time it takes to get the thing back in battery. You’d beat my ass. You have grappling in this scenario. You could get me with a blast double. Take my back. Rear naked choke me. While I negotiate failure to feed after failure to feed. Is it the ammo which of course I bought two bricks of. Is it the gun worn out after ten thousand rounds. You could arm bar me.
I’m gonna quit my job that pays (REDACTED) grand to work (REDACTED) days a week because I fuckin feel like it, I’m gonna spend money like a (REDACTED).
Substack will ban me–who cares. I’m going to (REDACTED) you. You personally, reading this. You can’t afford fuckin five bucks a month you pussy? When I get that I’ll make you feel weak for not paying three grand to attend my Sol Brah beach wrestling seminar. My Andrew Tate walk on hot coals. You pay for some hog’s Onlyfans but not my diary about my new–I can’t say girlfriend yet. I did ask. Not for an answer. I just wanted her to know.
Things are good right now. I’m on vacation from thinking about the future. She’ll leave me on my birthday. She’ll cancel our plans. To lay on the couch and watch a movie with the dog. Her pug, Cinnamon.
Laying on the couch. Watching a movie with Susannah and Cinnamon. I swear to you, Roman emperors never knew such pleasure. Cinnamon will be agitated at first. She wants me to pull on a rubber toy. Wrestle it out of her mouth and throw it across the room. Then she wants to fake me out when I go to grab it from her jaws. She pulls back. She throws feints. Cinnamon’s a muay femur. A master of distance. Cinnamon slips like Lerdsila when I try to grab that giant fake pacifier from her.
She claws at you when you sit down so you play with her. Then she gets it. That you just want to lay down. That you’re 48 years old. She wants to lay down too. Susannah’s beautiful. Things are good right now. Maybe Cinnamon will turn on me. Maybe one day she’ll attack. Rend my flesh. Rip my arm off like that purple rubber bone she’s been practicing on. But for now we all lie down and cars go by outside. Susannah has good taste in movies. She’s sophisticated. A sophisticated person from a working class background. Exactly what you wrote about, and if she blows you off some day well at least you had it. We are outside time and our memories are the present, and God is real, and love is real, and it’s gonna be OK.
delicioustacos 
it’s not that i can’t afford to join your simpstack for five bucks a month. it’s that your writing has lost entertainment value. it’s worth negative value. it’s a chore to get through just the first couple paragraphs. you should be paying me to read your whinny stream-of-consciousness faggotry. your unpolished, unedited, retarded vomit of random words, sentences and numbers. of course you think it’s good to express your feelings, which it is, and that’s commendable. but don’t expect us to pay you for it if we don’t want to. there are better authors who actually compose their thoughts into a decent story.
Tacos should check out some of SteveMRE’s videos. the guy is always chipper, never asks for subs or likes, never asks for a single red cent. i don’t recall him even mentioning that he has a patreon. but his millions of fans just love him and sign up to it no matter what. he doesn’t even post often, sometimes goes months without posting. the dude harkens back to classic Heritage America and is always charismatic despite doing the same thing for years: opening and reviewing mil-grade slop. somehow he makes eating stale crackers and pouring hot water on freeze-dried food a funny and entertaining spectacle to watch. DT can learn a lot from that guy.
Yup there it is.
don’t hold back man tell him how you you really feel
DT holds in his feels until he can’t anymore, so he vomits a word salad into Microsoft Word and then copy-pastes it into this gay little wordpress site and hits the Publish button without reading it to see if it’s something that needs to be shared with the most fucked up balding sexless under 6ft’ men of the world. fuggin depressing blackpilled humble-bragging shit about how he isn’t happy despite having a BWC, six-figure job, six-figure net worth and free pussy that slides into his twitter DMs and emails on a weekly basis. i’d give up my left nut to trade places with him but obviously that’s not possible. So I cope by leaving mean comments once in a while when i remember he still exists and pollutes the internet with his degen filth. when i say “fuck you del tacos you bloody basterd” it’s like that unfunny black midget who kept saying “fuck you tom brady” during le epic roast.
I HATE VLADIMIR PUTIN!!!!!1!!!!!!
Tacos reminds me of Don Draper, Hank Moody, Anthony Bourdain….white-ish/jewish men who have achieved relatively high levels of success and comfort, yet still feel dissatisfied. Perhaps “happiness” is a meme. Or maybe you just gotta lock down some of that prime pinay pussy. Let’s facking goooo!!!
Del-T is the Gen-X Larry David.
He’s BAP without charisma and pedantic, academic obsessions.
He’s the sober Anthony Bourdaine without a plush bathrobe belt to dangle from.
He’s the male secretary version of Don Draper.
Del Tacos could be a multi-trillionaire and still find something to complain about. He’s Hank Moody but without the lucrative movie and book deals. He’s Houellebecq before getting married to an asian. DT is Bukowski if Charles had a salaried office job. He’s the straight man’s Palahniuk. DoucheyTacos is how Elon Musk would have ended up had it not been for his father’s money and In-Q-Tel connections. In other words, he’s not the massive faggot we need, but the one we deserve. Mazel Tov and L’chaim!!
delicioustacos is what Tony Soprano would’ve become if he lost weight, quit the mob and followed a strict exercise routine. delicioustacos is hunter biden after completing the 12 step program. delicioustacos is how Jesus would have lived had he not been crucified. delicioustacos’ absence from Hwood is why movies and TV shows suck now. delicioustacos shows that you don’t need to work for pussy you just gotta Be Yourself, baby. delicioustacos is a poster-boy for sobriety. delicioustacos is the Guiding Light of Humanity. if Dasha Nekrasova maintained her virginity, her pussy would be as tight and beautiful as delicioustacos. delicioustacos is living, breathing proof that the American Dream is still possible. delicioustacos gives me hope. delicioustacos is my Moshiach!!!! let’s fuggin gooooooooo
Delicioustacos quit slurping alcohol and within one year his credit score improved. Within a decade he saved up half a million fiat federal reserve notes. Delicioustacos is so famous he has Joe Rogan™ chomping at the bit to be on his substack bird-watching podcast. Delicioustacos gets so much pvssy he’s become indifferent to it. Wayward men and women hike up the steepest San Gabriel mountains to get advice from delicioustacos. He promptly tells them to “fuck off”. These two words are exactly what they needed to hear, and they become so enlightened they turn their lives around. Delicioustacos’ p*nis is so massive it alters the Earth’s gravity in a positive way (we would have gotten destroyed by a huge asteroid had it not been for this fact). Delicioustacos cured Covid-19™ and was the reason why lockdowns ended. When they needed a vaxx for covid they simply drew a sample of Delicioustacos’s blood. Delicioustacos will fix Climate Change™ when he feels like it. Delicioustacos is immortal. He’s the father of God, the Godfather. At the end of Matrix 4, it is revealed that Delicioustacos is the Final Architect who created the other architect (just a stand-in placeholder in case Neo decided to merc him). Delicioustacos is the Alpha and the Omega.
If Delicioustacos were serious about making more MONEY, he would hire that 30daystoX guy to help grow his business. Unfortunately, Delicioustacos is only concerned with COMPLAINING.
here’s a crazy idea, you should go on an ACTUAL VACATION, you fuggin moron. and then figure out what you wanna do next.
if i had half a million zogbucks i would be living the life, on permanent vacation, living in the Now, on a tropical island, some place where the USD has huge buying power.
you know that saying, “youth is wasted on the young”? well, money is wasted on the rich. you asshats don’t know how to have a good time. you’re a younger, dumber version of Jeff Bezos. fiending for women age 30+. insane. how about you spend 5 days in Palm Springs lounging by the pool at the Marriot, and see if you still feel like a shitbag who needs to “ask” some bitch to be your gf.
Yea seriously. What grown man asks a girl anything? Super gross.
She vill know she is your “girlfriend ” when you give her unt anal creampie in her little brown eye. You do not need to ask.
Coming back to this blog years later. I had always said it, all of these guys talking online how awesome they are at picking up girls … are losers.
On the spectrum. Just weirdos.
Us actual players meanwhile never went and had 9-5’s, don’t live in migrant sh*tholes, and have plenty of girls. We don’t need to “ask her” about being our gf.
lol so gross seriously
love your texts delicious tacos. Keep up the good work. Thanks!