This is my journal entry from November 12, 2025, part of my daily autobiography Divorce Day — my real, unedited days, published in order.
It looks like I survived November 11, which feels like a good sign. This morning I got up, took the kids to school, and then went straight to Crunch Fitness from 9:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. to give away my books. I set up a full table stacked with more than fifty copies, and the whole thing felt strangely like going to work—in a good way. I ended up giving away around fifteen to twenty books to a wide range of people coming in and out of the gym, including several very attractive women, several guys I had genuinely interesting conversations with, and everyone in between.
The four hours flew by. I had a great conversation with the guy sitting at the table next to me. He told me he’s an author too and is working on his first two books. His workflow is basically the opposite of mine. He loves editing. He enjoys taking a paragraph and obsessively finding just the right two words or the perfect sentence to convey the same idea more cleanly. My process is the inverse. I treat words like they’re infinite and dump them all over the page. I create straight from the top of my head, which makes my process incredibly easy and fast, even if it sometimes comes out a bit messy or dense. That’s fine. We all have different workflows and different audiences, and I really enjoyed connecting with him over that contrast.
After Crunch, I went to Office Depot and bought plastic sign holders so I could put up signs that clearly said “Free Books” on my table. It was funny to notice that some people still weren’t interested, even when they realized the books were free. That didn’t bother me. Each book costs about $2 to $4 to print, and I don’t need to give them away to people who don’t actually want them. My phone number is inside every copy, which means unexpected and interesting opportunities can come from the right hands receiving them. Today I really felt like I was living in the magic of life—curious, open, and genuinely excited about not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Right after packing up at Crunch, I went to play tennis with a friend. He beat me 6–4, 6–1, but it was a relaxed, enjoyable match. I felt consistent on my forehand, and he was hitting great shots to finish points cleanly. After that, I went home, made a quick salad for lunch, and then headed to my AA meeting. We had a record turnout—twelve people—and the energy was great. I talked with a friend afterward, and then, out of nowhere, I got a message from my landlord saying I’ll need to move out in two months. I had thought I’d have three or four months based on how the lease was explained, but it is what it is.
I took it as an opportunity rather than a problem. I got on Zillow and started looking around, and it felt like a good excuse to spend more time with my ex-wife and the kids. My ex-wife had gone to Orlando earlier that day to have lunch with a coworker who was in town. When she got back, I talked with her about the move and asked if she had any thoughts or recommendations. Her intuition is almost always spot-on. I took the kids over to my mom’s house, then my ex-wife and I walked the dogs around the block and looked at Zillow together.
She found a house that’s about 336 square feet, close by and perfectly positioned in the direction of everything I do—Crunch Fitness, my AA meetings, the tennis club. The location is ideal. The rent is affordable, and it looks like water and garbage are included, which knocks even more off the cost. On top of that, it’s small and has mini-split air conditioners, which likely means my electricity bill would be $50 to $100 less per month than where I’m living now. All of that makes it extremely attractive as a highly efficient place to live.
I could easily pay first and last month’s rent, especially since my ex-wife has already helped me out financially since we decided on the divorce and plans to send more. It’s a good deal for both of us. I’m happy to have the cash now, and she’s happy to keep the equity in the house entirely for herself as I move on. Looking at it all laid out like this, the timing feels right, even when it’s unexpected.
Some people would say I’m getting screwed in this divorce. Other people point out that I’m not paying alimony or child support and that things are actually going really well for me. From where I’m standing, my ex-wife’s happy, I’m happy, and that’s what really counts. Everything else is just commentary.
I sent a message on Zillow about the small house my ex-wife found, and it looks like I was the first person to reach out about it. I also called and left a voicemail to see if I could get a tour the next day. The place had been listed higher a week ago, then dropped in price a couple of days ago, which feels like a good sign that they’re motivated to rent it quickly. I had reached out about another house earlier, but when I walked by it today, it already looked rented. Another place I had been watching was gone too. What feels good is knowing that I’m clear on what I want—a place I’m actually excited to live in—and trusting that the right option will show up. Today I felt deeply tapped in and genuinely trusting that things are lining up the way they’re supposed to.
I also noticed myself feeling surrounded by the presence of potential women in my life, almost like I was walking around with an invisible posse of beautiful women deciding which one of them might get to be with me and share life with me. It was playful and fun, and I didn’t feel desperate or grasping. On top of that, I connected directly with people who had read my books and saw a couple of familiar faces at Crunch. It was one of those days where everything just flowed.
After putting the kids to bed, I stopped by my mom’s place again, said hi, shared the rest of a bag of popcorn with her, and brought her bowl back. Then I walked over to check out the house in person. Damn, it’s small. I’d be lucky if my king-size bed—which is seven feet by seven feet, about forty-nine square feet—fits in the bedroom at all. It felt tiny. I don’t know if I’ll end up getting it, but I’m excited to find out either way.
I walked back home and spent the evening to myself without any porn. Porn is very stimulating, just like movies, TV, and music are stimulating, but for me it’s better to use my imagination. I let my mind wander through memories of the experiences and people in my life. Sitting with that, I felt grateful for having lived a life full enough to remember and imagine in the first place.
I took a shower with the new shower head I bought at Ace about a week ago and finally installed last night. It’s a great one because it comes with three different washers depending on water pressure. By law, you can’t sell a shower head that puts out more than two gallons per minute at eighty PSI, but they include different washers in case your water pressure is lower. I pulled out the eighty-PSI washer and put in the forty-PSI one, which effectively gives me closer to four gallons a minute instead of two. The result is incredible. It feels like someone is dumping a full bucket of water over my head nonstop. My ex-wife would complain about the extra water usage, but fuck it. It’s an infinite universe, and if I can have a shower that just absolutely drenches me, I’m going to enjoy it. It felt amazing. I cleaned up, brushed my teeth, and then got to work.
I submitted one of my books, Is Bitcoin One Big Lie?, as a virtual voice audiobook through Audible. After that, I processed my new dating book, which I think will be called It’s Not You, It’s the Dating Apps. I ran the dictated audio through ChatGPT to clean it up. An hour and a half of dictation turned into about twelve thousand words in Microsoft Word. If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to submit that book tomorrow.
What really stood out to me today, especially after giving books away in person, was how varied people’s interests are. Several people—including one very attractive woman—chose The Kind Divorce. Others picked 28 Guided Meditations for Continuous Self Improvement. While people grabbed I Was Famous on the Internet, I also gave away one copy of ChatGPT for President and one Is Bitcoin One Bit Lie? One guy gave me particularly positive feedback about the short Bitcoin book. He told me he loved how brief it was and that it felt approachable—something he could actually read in a few minutes before bed. The longer books, he said, felt more intimidating and more like something he’d tackle after warming up with a shorter one. That feedback made me feel really good about these short books I’ve been creating. They feel perfect for audio, Kindle, and handing out as paperbacks.
I felt genuinely grateful all day, like I was putting out good energy and getting it right back. I also had a conversation with a friend who connected me with one of her friends, and I ended up talking with her for about thirty minutes about my work, my business, and my current life situation. She was incredibly supportive. It felt surprisingly good to have a meaningful call with someone I’d never met before. What made it even cooler was that she knew someone I had met years ago during my crypto days, and she encouraged me to reach out to him again. That same friend also gave me the phone number of another woman I know from AA who’s a real estate agent, and I want to connect with her as well.
I’m really aware tonight of how much help is available to me—and that I’m actually asking for it and accepting it. As I’m wrapping this up, it’s 10:56 p.m., and I’m genuinely excited to get to bed at a reasonable time. Today I worked, gave away books, exercised, spent time with my family, and maybe even found a new place to live. It feels like a full, complete day—about as good as I could have hoped for.
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