Update On Things

Okay, so how does it sound now? Hopefully

everything's fine.

I hate these apps where they only let you

use it on one phone. You know these stupid

messaging apps? You get some of these

stupid messaging apps where they only let

you use it on one phone, and you try and

log into the app on a different phone,

and then it says you can't log in on this

phone. You have to log out your other

phone and then log into this one. It's so

irritating. You know, like KakaoTalk and

Line and WhatsApp, where it's linked to a

phone number. You can't log in unless

you're using one phone.

I hate those apps. Why can't people just

use Facebook or Instagram or Twitter for

messaging? Because at least then you can

log in on multiple devices. I hate it when

you can only log into apps on one device.

Now I have to Do

it later.

What a failure of an evening. I was

supposed to stream outside because the

river's really nice, but it's so windy.

This is why I hate streaming outside.

It's either raining or windy, or there's

loads of people, or there's loads of

sounds interrupting what I'm trying to

say. I just can't stream outside anymore.

There's so many things that can just ruin

the stream when

you're outside. It just

feels like everything I do goes wrong. I

don't understand why.

Okay, so I want to talk about

last night when I went to a bar.

I don't know if it just made me feel

really depressed. I felt it was like a

weird, confusing roller coaster of

emotions. Sam's friend invited

me back to that shisha bar because they

were doing some kind of event and he was

DJing there. So I said yes, and I brought

the Hong Kong guy, and it

was okay. It was weird because it

was fun, and then it was boring, and then

it was fun, and then it was really,

really, really boring, and I just wanted

to go home. I stayed up all night.

The Hong Kong guy left after about 2

hours. But I stayed, and then I missed the

last train, so I had to stay the entire

night with Sam's friend and Sam's friend's

So I ended up smoking shisha and

drinking beer and chatting to Sam's friend

and this Spanish guy and this New Zealand

guy. And it was kind of fun at the

beginning. I thought, wow, I'm smoking and

chatting to people in a bar. I feel like a

grown-up. And then after a few hours,

it just got really boring because they

were talking about stuff that I had no

interest in or I had no understanding of.

And I was just sitting there trying to

look like I was participating.

In the conversation when really I couldn't

care less. I didn't say anything. I was

just sitting there for hours and hours,

barely saying more than 2 words.

And the bar— the bar was nice,

but there were no girls there. The only

Japanese girls at the bar were the ones

working there. There was one older

Japanese woman, and then the rest of the

people there were like guys. And then for

some reason, about 2 hours later, this

massive group of— this is gonna make me

sound racist, maybe. I'm not being racist,

I'm just stating what happened. I'm

describing what happened. But this massive

group of Black people just came in, like

15 of them.

And there was just no cute Asian girls at

I don't know what they were. I don't think

they were African Black

people though. Maybe, I don't know,

like Jamaican American people.

They looked all kind of weird, like

dreadlocks and weird fashion.

There's this one guy, he was this black

guy, but I thought he was a girl. He

looked like a woman. He looked very

feminine. His face, he looked like he was

wearing makeup. Then he spoke and it was a

man's voice, and he had an Adam's apple.

Very weird. I talked to this one Japanese

guy I was sitting at the bar all by myself

because the Hong Kong guy left and Sam's

friend was DJing, so I didn't have anyone

to sit with. And this Japanese guy came up

behind me and tapped me on the shoulder,

started talking to me. He asked me if I

was here by myself. For some reason, I

lied and I said yes. I said, yes, I'm here

by myself, because I couldn't be bothered

to explain that I was with Sam's friend.

I talked to the owner of the bar as well.

He was really nice. He was like this

60-year-old crazy Japanese guy who got

completely wasted, and then he was just

like flopping around all over the place,

latching onto people. He started giving me

a massage. He was a weird person. It was

nice. Me and the Hong Kong guy entered the

bar and he greeted us, sat down with us,

chatted to us. He said, oh, you're Jack's

friend? I said yes. I don't know how he

knew I was Jack's friend because Jack

didn't tell him about me.

And then I ended up spending all night

long listening to Sam's friend Jack talk

to his friend, the New Zealand guy. I have

no idea what they were talking about.

They were talking about music, you know,

like rave club music that I couldn't care

less about. And they were talking about

all this other stuff, all these other

Like what kind of vegetable represents

people from different countries, or he was

talking about his cat that jumped off,

jumped out from the 8th floor of his

apartment and then didn't die, and then he

had to decide if he should put it down,

blah blah blah. I couldn't care less,

it's so boring. That's why on Twitter I

made this really negative tweet, and I

feel kind of bad about it because Sam saw

it. He must have thought I was thinking

about him. I was talking about him. I

wasn't talking about him specifically. I

just meant people in general.

On the tweet, I said,

after experiencing bar hopping and hanging

out with guys, I've come to the conclusion

that people are boring as fuck and I

couldn't care less about what they say.

Sam replied to it saying, Too bad you

didn't— you feel that way. I didn't mean

it was— it wasn't supposed to be directed

at Sam. It was more about last night, but

I guess Sam wouldn't know about that, so

it does seem like it's directed at Sam. I

feel really bad about it now, but I was

really depressed and I think I was a bit

over the top. I was— I overreacted

a little bit because now that I think

about it, there were a few fun times at

the bar. Like when we were sitting

around smoking the shisha, that was quite

nice. It was fun in the

beginning, like the first 40 minutes was

fun, and then after an hour or 2 I get so

bored listening to people's stories. I

just, I don't find it interesting at all

listening to other people's stories. They

tell me all this stuff about them and I'm

just nodding pretending to care when

actually I really don't care. I just don't

think anyone could say anything to me that

I would find interesting. You could say,

oh, I was an astronaut and I went to Mars

and I banged a Martian girl, and I'd still

not really care.

I was just so fed up after last night. I

spent like $50 again on On bloody

drinks. Didn't really get anything out of

Oh, thank you, Million and Anthony. Or is

it Anthony? Meet Venus. Bloody Venus,

she's a bitch as well. She ignores me now.

We were talking to each other about

possible video ideas and then she erased

all of the Instagram messages somehow. I

don't know how. But all of the messages

between me and Venus on Instagram have

completely vanished. And she gave me her

Line before that, so I messaged her on

Line as well, and it said read, and she

didn't even reply.

Two-faced bitch she is.

Yeah, she ghosted me. She was the one who

contacted me in the first place saying,

let's do a video Doing a pretend date.

It'll be funny. Let's go to a love hotel,

do a pretend date with Daniel.

And then she ghosted me.

I didn't even do anything to her.

I'm really confused about the whole bar

thing. I just don't think I'm into it.

Sitting there drinking.

But now, now that I've calmed down, I'm

kind of interested in going to a different

bar by myself. Maybe I think if I was by

myself at that bar, I would have left a

lot earlier because there were no cute

girls and it was boring, and there were

way too many types of people that I don't

find attractive. There was a Spanish guy

who was quite nice. He came alone as well.

We shared the shisha with him. But the

problem is, if you go with friends, it

feels like you're tied down to that place

and you can't just leave when you want to

And then I couldn't leave because I didn't

want to seem rude. They were talking And

if I just left, it would seem like, oh,

Daniel mustn't— must feel bored, so that's

why he left. I didn't want to just leave

suddenly because I didn't want them to

think that I was bored.

So I ended up standing there because we

went outside because it got so crowded.

We were standing outside on the stairway

for hours, and I was just listening to

them go on. And on and

on.

It was kind of like the whole Ice Poseidon

Gary situation. Are all Americans like

that? They just talk so much.

They take so long to get to the point as

well. They start telling you a story,

they get so descriptive, and it takes them

ages to get to the point of the story.

It's like they use 1,000 words to describe

something I could describe in 10 words.

They just talk so much.

And then they were talking about sexual

experiences and prostitution, and I was

kind of interested in that because I'm

kind of interested in prostitution. But

then they kept going on these really long

tangents.

They were— we were talking about Tobita

Shinji, and then for some reason they just

started talking about anime figures for

ages and ages and ages, completely

forgetting the original topic. And I was

thinking, every time that happened, I was

just thinking, oh God, here we go again.

Can we stay on topic, please? They just

start going on these random tangents for

half an hour.

It was just like the Ice Poseidon Gary

thing. They just talk on and on about the

most boring mundane rubbish. Or they start

talking about philosophical stuff that I

really don't care about,

like the ethics of whether you should

put down a cat if it's suffering. They

would go on and on about talking about

that. Who cares if it's suffering? Put it

And I just, I could not join in with any

of the conversations because either I

didn't care or either I just didn't

understand what they were talking about,

didn't know what they were talking about.

It was so tiring. I felt mentally

fatigued.

I guess it's kind of my problem because I

don't know a lot of things and I'm not

really interested in a lot of things, so

there's only a few things people could

talk to me about that that I would find

interesting, and that would be YouTube and

Rainbow Six, basically. Oh, thank you,

David. Even if some nights out seem

pointless, think of it as practice and

gaining confidence. Yeah, I am interested

in going to a bar again for some reason

because it was kind of exciting.

But I'm not sure if I could go by myself.

It sounds kind of scary, but also

kind of exciting, maybe. And then if I

didn't like the bar, if there were no

people there that I found interesting, I

could just leave. Thank you, Lamatta.

Update about my marriage? I'll get on to

it. I'm still ranting about the bar.

It was just such a weird, confusing

experience.

Oh shit, I completely forgot to message

the Hong Kong guy. The Hong Kong guy

messaged me today saying let's meet up

today because he wants to help me get rid

of the sex doll to make a video.

But I felt so depressed the whole day I

didn't reply to anyone because I couldn't

be bothered. I think I know how I'm gonna

get rid of the sex doll. I'm just going to

buy some scissors and then I'm going to

cut off the rubber and then just peel it

off of the skeleton, get rid of the rubber

bit by bit, and I should be able to lift

the metal frame on its own pretty easily.

If you get rid of— I think most of the

weight is from the rubber, so I don't

actually need the Hong Kong guy to help

me. Although it would be funny if it was

me and the Hong Kong guy carrying the sex

doll out, but I feel like it's pointless

because I don't want to film myself taking

the sex doll out and ditching it because

I'm scared it might be illegal to just

ditch stuff outside.

And I can't film myself cutting the rubber

off because it'll be kind of graphic.

It'll be like I'm butchering a corpse.

I can show the metal frame after I got rid

of the rubber, I guess.

So I need to get rid of the sex doll

because I don't want to stay in this

Airbnb. It's just kind of gloomy and

depressing. It's a nice Airbnb, I guess.

There's nothing wrong with it, but I just

don't like how dark it is in the morning,

during the day, and I want to move

somewhere a bit cheaper. I'm not sure

where to move to.

I'm not sure if my wife would let me move

back in with her. It's a weird situation

with my wife. I'm going to see her

tomorrow to get my stuff back,

but I don't know if we're gonna end up

having sex or something. I'm pretty horny.

I don't think she would let me. It would

kind of be like— I don't know if I would

end up raping her. Probably wouldn't

because I'm not that strong. I don't think

she would let me have sex with her,

although the idea does turn me on quite a

lot. For some— it's so weird because when

I'm with her, I, I find it difficult to

get horny or aroused with her. But then

when we're breaking up or having fights,

I feel really sexually interested in her

because I feel like I've lost her. So now

I want her again physically. I had a dream

that I still had the key And I snuck back

into the apartment at night, and I just

took off my clothing and we had sex. I had

all these messed up dreams about her.

That's why I'm kind of— I don't know, I

want to go and get my stuff back, but I'm

a bit scared of going back there.

She said come tomorrow because the

repairman is coming tomorrow as well, so

then she can tell me how much I have to

pay for the repairman. So I guess I could

film that and then film myself getting my

stuff back, and then that'll be tomorrow's

video. I couldn't make a video today

because nothing happened. I came home at 6

AM in the morning. I woke up at 12, and I

fell asleep again. Then I woke up at 4. I

spent most of the day just wanking and

sleeping and watching YouTube.

There's nothing to do. I don't have

anything to do apart from masturbating and

then sleeping. And then I wake up and I

have sex with the sex doll again. Then I

go back to sleep and I get some food. I

come back and have sex with the sex doll

again. Walk around the river for a bit.

This room smells so bad. It's like a

sweaty tuna smell.

Well, I guess it's saving me money because

I'm so horny right now, I would probably

end up wasting it on prostitutes. But

thanks to sex doll, it's really helped.

It's really helped to prevent me from

seeking out sex.

I don't really want to get rid of it,

but if I have it, then I can't move around

easily. I can't move to a different place.

Thinking about moving to the red light

district. There's Airbnbs there. I don't

know, I'd end up wasting a lot of money,

maybe. On you know what.

Can you imagine living in the red light

district? You just walk around the corner

and there's women you can have sex with.

There's something intriguing about that.

Or I could go to— I might move to a guest

house that's in this area because I really

like this area. I like the river.

Dan, why not stop being aroused? I wish I

could. I don't know how to. I'm just so

horny all the time. The problem is I'm

bored. When I get bored, I start entering

this sleepy, half-asleep state,

and then I just get an erection.

I don't know about the guest house. It,

it could be nice if I met people and we

hung out, but then it might be irritating

if there's irritating people.

Do you think you deliberately cause

controversy in your life because it's more

interesting for YouTube?

No, I didn't want anyone to find out that

I had sex with a prostitute. Well,

I didn't want my wife to find the video.

That was completely unexpected. I had no

idea that would happen. I had no idea she

would enter my iPad, access it. By the

way, she brought it back to the apartment

because yesterday, um, the iPad was

switched on and it showed me on the map

where it was, and it was at the apartment.

So she's brought the stuff back to the

apartment. She said it was in a coin

locker, not with her friend. I don't know

why she told me she gave it to her friend.

She kept telling me she gave it to her

friend. And now she said it was in a coin

locker. Why lie

So I know she can't access the iPad

anymore because I remotely locked it, but

she might be able to access the iPhone. I

haven't been able to lock that. I don't

think it matters. She's probably already

seen everything, all the Twitter DMs.

Instagram DMs, all of the flirtatious

messages I was sending to fangirls. Okay,

there weren't that many fangirls. Okay,

my female viewership, um,

don't really find me attractive anymore

like they used to. I think I got too

weird, you know, with the whole sex doll

stuff. But back in the day when I was

blowing up had so many fangirls flirting

with me, it was crazy. I think I freaked

people out too much.

I still get a few girls now and then

sending me messages, but nowhere near as

many as I used to.

So she's seen everything— the Twitter

messages, Instagram, Discord,

Facebook, anything that, that was on my

iPad. I don't know how she can take me

back, but she does seem willing to take me

back. Okay, so this is the weird thing.

She wants to go and see my mum for

Christmas. This is so weird, I don't

understand it. She said she's going to see

my mum whether I come with her or not.

And she said she's not going to renew my

spouse visa because she doesn't want me to

go off looking for other girls with the

spouse visa. So she said,

why don't I go with her to England for

Christmas and then come back to Japan?

And I said, I don't think I could leave

Japan and then come back to Japan so

quickly. They would say, why are you

coming back so quickly? You've just left.

I think back in the day that used to work.

People would go to Taiwan or Korea for

2 days and then come back to Japan on a

tourist visa again, but I don't know if

that works anymore. And I've already been

here for half a year, and according to the

website it says you're only allowed in

Japan as a tourist for a maximum of 180

days every year, and I've already been

here for, for half a year.

If I left Japan, I would have to wait at

least a few months before I could come

back in without them interrogating me

and saying that I can't get back in.

So she said to me, why don't you either

come with me to England to see your mum?

She's really weird. I don't understand why

she's so chummy chum chum with my mum all

of a sudden. Or I go to Thailand or

somewhere else for a few months and then

come back to Japan. But does she still

want to be with me? If she still wants to

be with me, how come she's okay with me

going to Thailand now? If she doesn't want

to be with me, then why is she meeting my

mum? Don't you think it's weird if we

broke up and then she went and visited my

mum after sending her the sex tape of me

and the prostitute?

But I have a better plan. So one of the

benefits of having friends is that they

can actually sometimes give you good

ideas, and they know things you might not

know. Sam's friend said to me, why don't I

just sign up to some kind of school,

like a calligraphy school, and then get a

cultural visa? And I had no idea you could

do this, so I went onto Google and I found

a school, calligraphy, and they can

provide you with a cultural visa for a

year and extend it to 2 years if you have

good attendance.

So I'm thinking of doing that, and it's

pretty cheap. It's only about $3,000 for a

year compared

to a language school which would cost over

$10,000. Possibly fifteen thousand.

It sounds like a good option. First, you

pay fifteen hundred for the first half,

and then you pay another fifteen hundred

for the remaining half. And I don't think

I even have to go to the school because

once you get the visa, it's not like they

can take it back for poor attendance. So I

could just get the visa for a year, not

actually go. But then I wouldn't be able

to stay for the second year. I might

actually enjoy it though. Painting

Japanese symbols with a brush could be

fun. Why not ask your wife

what's so good about you? I don't know.

She doesn't like anything about me. She

doesn't like my personality or my

way of thinking. She just says— she just

says I'm cute. That's the only reason.

She said she likes my face and that's it,

which was nice to hear. It's flattering to

know that she finds me physically

attractive. Can't really

blame her for not liking my personality.

I guess my personality is kind of shit. I

feel bad about Sam. Is Sam watching? I'm

sorry, it wasn't about you.

I meant people in general.

It wasn't 100% bad. It,

it was fun at some points, but it wasn't

all fun. I feel bad now.

Maybe I should think before I get really

negative and start saying hateful things.

I was just so depressed and I was on

Twitter and I was like, everyone's fucking

boring. I hate bars. I hate guys. You

idiots keep telling me to hang out with

men and then I tried it and it was shit.

Never again. I was spamming never again in

Discord. I was so fed up.

And then a few hours later Felt really

stupid. Oh, thank you,

Jerkles. Come to the States. I don't like

the States, it's too big.

I don't understand how one country can be

so big. It's not normal.

I just find it so difficult to,

to be interested in other people. I just

find everyone boring. I don't know why.

Thank you, Seno Montique.

I just got 2 hours of sleep and then 2

mini pizzas. Okay, that's great.

I don't know why I find everyone boring.

I don't think I've ever met anyone who I

didn't think was boring.

I guess there's something wrong with me

that prevents me from feeling interested

in other people. It's weird because I like

TV shows and I find characters

interesting, like Walter White, Jesse

Pinkman. Tyrion Lannister. I find their

stories interesting, but when it comes to

real life, I find everyone uninteresting.

Did my mum change the will? I doubt it. I

think she was just angry. You need to have

cereal. You are an animal. Yeah, I'm just

a dirty, degenerate, disgusting man who

likes sex.

I can't help it, okay? I see a woman, I

want to have sex with her. That's just how

Daniel, we all hate you. What do you mean?

Maybe, maybe it's kind of like one of

those things. Maybe it's like World of

Warcraft where When you play World of

Warcraft at the beginning, it's really

boring, isn't it? But the more time you

invest into your character, the more fun

the game becomes. Maybe that's

what people like. At the beginning, it's

not really interesting because you don't

know them, but then the more you meet them

and the more you get to know them, then

you become more invested in them because

you've invested time into getting to know

them. Maybe it's like that. Maybe it's

because I don't put any effort. I don't—

what's the word? I want instant

gratification straight away, and I don't

want to put any effort into learning

about things or people, so I

never get to the point where I enjoy

people. Can't explain it very well.

Have you seen the 2003 Clone Wars

miniseries? Is that the animated version?

No, I haven't seen it.

What server did I play on WoW? It was

Zanzalar Tribe. I got to level 24. Then I

got fed up. I just want everything to be

fun and entertaining and interesting

straight away. I don't want to have to

work for things. If I, if I was

okay willing to work for things, I

wouldn't be doing YouTube, would I?

I want everything straight away now, not 5

dates later or hundreds of hours later.

I don't want to have to invest hundreds of

hours into spending time with people until

I can enjoy it.

It's a lot of time.

They were nice people. Sam's friend's

friend from New Zealand, the New Zealand

guy, he was interesting actually.

He was like this white Freddie Mercury,

really eccentric guy. The way he spoke was

like he was doing some kind of

Shakespearean play, like his hands were

flying all over the place, his facial

expressions, expressions were so

expressive. It was like he was acting. He

was so expressive with his hands, his

face. This is funny to watch him speak,

but he would speak so much and I was just

Zone out. Oh, thank you, Shun.

Um, is that song lyrics?

Not sure. Leech. I'm not a leech.

You see, people can't call me a leech now,

can they? I'm living in an Airbnb, paying

for everything.

Yeah, the bar was a bit disappointing.

There were no girls. It was like 90% guys.

It was awkward because Sam's friend called

me over to meet his New Zealand friend.

He introduced us, and then he— the New

Zealand guy was talking to this Black girl

at the bar, and I was just standing behind

them not even saying anything. And I, I

felt so stupid. I felt like, why am I

standing behind them and they aren't even

talking to me, and I'm not even talking to

them? So I just quietly sneaked away back

to my seat. It was so awkward.

I talked a bit about Rainbow Six to Sam's

friend. I was explaining it. It's not

really that interesting to explain. You

say it's 5 versus 5, one team defends a

house, the other one attacks it.

Oh, thank you, Paris Hilton. No,

don't spam, Leech. I can't read the

comments if there's so much spam. Can we

get a chatterbait stream? How many people

here would watch me if I went on to

Chaturbate after this stream?

Imagine if I say, okay, today's stream's

finished, um, I'll be on Chaturbate now

effing my doll.

I felt quite proud of myself that I talked

to that Japanese guy. We didn't talk much,

he just said, are you here alone? Oh, he

asked me this question I absolutely hate.

He said, what's fun about Japan?

And I was just going, um, uh,

I don't know what is fun about Japan

apart from having sex.

You don't feel sad about Chihiro? Well, I

do. I don't really

feel angry anymore. I feel kind of stupid

that I raged so much about my stuff. I

kind of don't care about my stuff anymore.

It's just stuff. It's just a stupid iPad.

I mean, who cares? I smashed a door

because of it now, and I have to pay $500

or $600 to repair it.

Don't you feel bad about cheating? Not

really. Why would I feel bad about

cheating? It felt good. I got to have sex

and I came. Why would I feel bad about

that? Everyone read The Culture of

Critique. Thank you, but I don't know what

that means. It's like people saying,

didn't you feel bad when you Cheated on

your wife the first time with the London

girl, and then you nearly got

divorced. Not really, because thanks to

that, I didn't have to meet her parent—

her family, because they hated me. And I

got to have sex with the Turkish girl as

well.

I understand she felt bad, but for me

personally, it was pretty great.

What do you mean I have no empathy? I just

said I understand that she would feel bad.

Since Chihiro is mad, can I sleep with

Only if you film it and then send it to

me. You won't believe who

Sam knows. Sam actually knows the

Australian guy. The Australian guy is one

of Sam's subscribers and they chat

sometimes. And when I met Sam, Sam

messaged the Australian guy and said,

guess who I'm with? Sent a picture of me,

and the Australian guy was like shitting

himself because the Australian guy wants

to have nothing to do with me. He said,

Sam, I want to live in Japan long term,

and I don't want my private life— I don't

want people to know that I spend

most of the time picking up girls and

banging random women because that doesn't

look good. So I want to have nothing to do

Exposed Australian guy.

Well,

yeah, well, that's his fault for sleeping

with my wife. Serves him right.

He slept with my wife and he slept with

her ex-husband. Wife when he was with her.

The Australian guy's scared that I'm gonna

expose him, then everyone will find out

that he's like one of those pickup artist

guys. He is. He's like one of those pickup

guys who goes on those forums like Roosh5

or those pickup websites forums.

And he sleeps with like 5 different women

every week, apparently.

My wife actually wanted to be in a

relationship with him. That's crazy. My

wife said she, she was interested in

being his girlfriend, but he wasn't

interested. And then he said something

like, oh,

I'll try harder to like you more,

something like that. Come on, he was

banging like a different woman every week.

Why would you want to be the girlfriend of

a guy like that?

He's a young, physically fit,

attractive, confident man who plays rugby

professionally. Obviously he has like 20

different women in his bedroom every

month. He's not gonna get into a

relationship with someone who's 10 years

older than he is.

I lost a lot of respect for my wife after

I found out about the whole Australian guy

thing. It was just kind of gross to hear

about. It made me feel insecure and

grossed out. You don't

really want to hear that your significant

other had a sex friend who

is basically this massive pickup artist

guy who sleeps with 100 women every day?

It's not really something you want to

hear, is it?

Anyway, it was just weird that the

Australian guy messages Sam. Sam instantly

knew who I was talking about when I first

made the Australian guy videos.

The women you slept with were classy. Is

that sarcasm? Because most

of the women I slept with were pretty

slutty. They didn't have many— they

didn't have much standards, very high

standards. My ex-Japanese

girlfriend that I got chlamydia from, and

she was— I found out she was sleeping with

the guest house manager and this Swedish

guy. Then she got chlamydia

and gave it to me.

Do a live stream with the prostitute on

YouTube? No, I get banned.

Who is Sam? He is an American guy,

YouTuber. He was in the end of one of my,

my last video.

I felt kind of bad. He probably thought

that tweet was about him. It wasn't. It

was about those people at the bar,

people in general.

I saw some guy move into the Airbnb

opposite me, this white guy. There's

another Airbnb opposite my room.

I wonder if he knows my channel. It'd be

funny if he knew me. No one knows me.

It's weird, isn't it? I guess it's good.

I don't really want people to know me. I

don't want people to know who I am.

So what should I do now?

Okay, so here's the plan.

Tomorrow— the plan is tomorrow I'm going

to my wife's place. To get my

stuff back and find out how much the

damage to the door is going to cost me.

I don't know, I probably won't be moving

back in with her.

It'd just be weird to go back and then not

stay. You know, I don't think

she wants me to come back. I don't think

she she's letting me come back. I don't

know what she wants to do.

It doesn't seem like she wants to end it.

After experiencing that whole bar hopping

stuff and talking to guys and staying out

all night, kind of realized that my

married life was so much better than that.

Kind of single bar-hopping drinking

kind of lifestyle. It was just shit. I

felt tired, I felt stressed out, just

wanted to go home, play Rainbow Six, look

after my fish.

But I've said so many bad things about

her, I don't know how she could take me

back. I pretty much just said I didn't

find her attractive. And I didn't love

her, and I actually

want a cute younger girlfriend,

but I'm too lazy to try and get one.

I don't know if I don't love her. I don't

know what love feels like. I like her more

than any of the other girls that I've been

with, and I like being with her. I like

living with her. It was nice.

It's nice to have someone.

But I just don't know what love feels

like. The closest to love I came to was

probably Sayaka, but I never met her.

And I want to be able to say that I can

promise not to cheat again, but I just

don't know. It's Sophie from

Twitter. Oh, hi. Thank you. I love

and hope you get better. Oh, I love you

What was I saying?

I forgot.

She's watching. No, she's not. It's the

middle of the night and she has work

tomorrow. She's not going to be staying up

until 1 AM. She'll be sleeping now.

You were lying about something. What?

Well, at least she knows everything now.

You're a psychopath. She don't want you

anymore. I'm pretty sure that's not true.

I think she kind of does still want me,

otherwise she would have just ended it by

The feeling of love. Yes, I don't

know what that feels like.

The most powerful feelings I had were for

Victoria and Sayaka. I had a huge crush on

Victoria for years. I was obsessed with

her. And then there was Sayaka, who I

thought I was in love with.

Sayaka was the only girl that I ever cried

over after she dumped me. All the other

ones were just like, oh, don't care

anymore, get a new one. I think Sayaka

kind of broke me emotionally.

I think tomorrow I might phone up that

calligraphy school or send them an email.

That'd be cool though if I can get a

1-year cultural visa. I didn't even know

you can get a cultural visa. So if you

just attend some school that does

something like tea ceremony, judo,

kendo, sumo,

calligraphy, anything Japanese-y, you can

get a cultural visa for a year

or maybe 2 years. I didn't know that.

And it's so affordable compared to a

language school. For a language school,

you might pay $10,000 for a year, but

these Japanese art schools only cost a

couple thousand.

It would be interesting. I don't know if I

could make videos about it. I don't think

anyone cares about calligraphy.

Calligraphy with Daniel says,

today I learned how to do a brush stroke.

Clean your house. No, I'm not cleaning

because I'm leaving soon. Look at this

mess. There's no point keeping it tidy.

You see my bedsheets? It's so disgusting.

I don't know why, but the sex doll seems

to absorb my sweat and my oils when I'm

pounding it, and then,

and then the moisture kind of seeps into

the bedsheets and there's like this damp

patch all around the sex doll on the

bedsheets and it doesn't dry. It's just

permanently damp and it smells all

sweaty. It's kind of hot. I like the

I'm only here for about— when do I have to

leave? 4 days' time.

So I need to get rid— I probably get rid

of the sex doll in 2 days' time. I want to

use it a few more nights first

before I get rid of it, and then have to

find where I'm going to live next.

I still can't decide. I'm, I'm leaning

towards another Airbnb,

but a slightly better one that's cheaper.

I found a couple and they have tables

and chairs and a window with daylight,

and it's about— there's one that costs

£720, which is £720

in dollars. It's $897.

Wow, $900 more expensive. And there's

another one which is nearby USJ and the

Osaka Aquarium, costs about £600,

so that's about $700. Pretty expensive.

I could go to a guest house where it only

costs about $400.

Oh, thank you, Asuka, for the cash.

I need Airbnb funds. So expensive,

so tricky. Maybe a guest house with a

private room would be okay,

but it's nice having the entire place to

yourself. You can go use the shower, the

kitchen without getting dressed. You could

just masturbate all over the place. If it

was a guest house and I had a private

room, every time I want to go to the

toilet or the shower, I have to look

presentable, and then there'll be people

walking up and down. They might say hello

and start chatting. I don't really want to

chat to people when I'm trying to have a

shower, and then the shower would be like

a shared shower.

Do you know how many hookers you can get

for $900? You could get about 7

at Tobita Shinji, or you could get 3 if

you have them delivered to your house.

Dormitory would be about $300 a month. I

don't think I could do dormitories. I

wouldn't be able to masturbate because

there's no privacy.

I wouldn't be able to have my stuff just

lying around.

So a guest house with a private room could

work, or I could just spend a bit more and

get an Airbnb. It's not like I can't

afford it. I can afford it,

but if I save that money, I could be using

it elsewhere. If you know what I mean.

Oh, I don't know, it's so hard to choose.

Should I spend an extra couple hundred

dollars to get an entire place to myself?

It's only a couple hundred.

Why are my pants on the table?

I've been wearing them for about 4 days

straight. They smell funky.

I miss my fish.

Oh, you should have seen my fish tank. It

was so nice. I got 15 shrimp. And I got 12

rice fish, and I got some plants growing,

roots were sprouting, and even some of the

little seeds began sprouting. And I got

this fake log in the middle, and the

prawns and the fish were swimming in and

out of it. It was nice. I made this little

ecosystem. Now I can't even see it

anymore. Dude in Japan

wants your Insta. Who, me?

My Instagram's rabbits ain't my family.

Thailand's way cheaper. Yeah, I could get

an entire condo to myself for about $500.

But I want to stay in Japan. Japan's just

The benefits of a guest house would be

obviously it's cheaper. There's an

ecosystem growing in that underwear.

There will be. There's, there's probably

an ecosystem growing inside of the sex

doll. Bacteria and my sperm.

Go to a uni? No way would I ever go to

university. I can't study. I'll give up in

2 weeks' time.

Benefits of a guest house would be it

would cost nearly half the price of an

Airbnb. And there'd be people there just

hanging out, and I could maybe hang out

with them.

And if there's no one interesting there,

then I can just hide in my dormitory— I

mean, hide in my private room.

I don't know, tricky. Should I

do a guest house? Would be pretty funny if

something happened at the guest house.

What if someone who really hates me lives

there and then there's drama?

It would be nice to meet people, I guess.

It's just weird going from being married

and living with your wife to going back

to living in a guest house. It's like

you're being demoted. I feel like such a

failure.

I felt so superior when I got a wife and I

was living with her in our apartment. I

looked at those other foreigners living in

little shitholes or guest house and I

thought, ha, I live with my wife,

you live in a dormitory.

Now I have to go back to living in a guest

house or dormitory.

Live with the London girl? I don't know,

she does drugs and stuff. I find it a bit

I'm a bit disappointed I can't stream my

iPhone. I don't know why it sounds so bad.

Oh well.

I do feel like I want to put more effort

into socializing,

but how would I play Rainbow Six if I was

in a guest house? There's no table in the

guest house room. It's just a tiny little

room with a bed.

Airbnb or guest house?

Should I just go for the guest house?

I hate it when there's so many options,

it makes it difficult to choose.

Airbnb would be the best for privacy and

comfort. I have my entire place, the

entire place to myself,

but then it could be lonely and it would

definitely be more expensive.

Guesthouse, cheaper and there's people,

but what if it's gross?

I don't really want to share a shower

unless it— unless there's private shower

cubicles. Hopefully there are.

If you move to a guest house, it'll be

easier to socialize. Yeah, it'll be a lot

easier than going to a bar.

Oh, thank you, Fun Fun Bart. Wish you

luck, send some subs. Everyone sub to

Fun Fun Bart, he's a fun guy.

Cheap capsule hotels. Capsule hotels are

the worst. I tried staying in one before

and they had so many rules. For example,

you can't even stay there between 9 AM

and 4 PM. They say you have to be outside

because they clean the whole place. So you

can't sleep late, you can't even spend

time during the day there. And then

everyone's so noisy. You get these Chinese

guys listening to Chinese TV shows on

their phone in the next capsules.

There's all these sounds, people walking

I did not like that capsule hotel.

And then how are you supposed to

masturbate? You'd have to do it very,

very quietly.

How do you afford such a lavish lifestyle?

You make $179 on Patreon.

Because I make money on YouTube as well.

You're 30, clean the room, take a shower.

No, I like living in my mess. I like

living like a degenerate pig with my cum

stains all over my bed.

It's kind of freeing because living with

my wife, she's such a clean person. The

place was always clean and tidy,

and now I can just live like a pig. It's

nice. Surely you don't

make that much off YouTube. I make quite a

lot actually.

I don't know why people are surprised that

I make good money on YouTube. I get

millions of views every few months.

How do you draw the line at drugs but not

hookers, cheating, and lying? Because

drugs are bad for you. You could get

addicted, and then, you know, like on

Breaking Bad when that girl choked on her

vomit, or you can go crazy, you lose your

mind. Drugs are scary.

I wouldn't want to do drugs because I'm

scared that I'll just have some kind of

crazy hallucination, then jump off a

My sister tried LSD. She got hospitalized.

Hospitalized. She had to

get an ambulance because she started

freaking out and going crazy.

Her friends had to call an ambulance to

get her sorted out.

Could you give a rough estimate, estimate

on how much you make.

I made well over $2,000

this month.

I usually make at least $1,500, but

September is really good.

So it, it got boosted up to around

2,000

plus Patreon, and then plus donations if I

get any. So yeah,

YouTube is, is quite good for money. Even

if you're a small channel, you can make a

decent amount. You have to think about it

like this: the top YouTubers who

have millions and millions of subscribers

and views, they make so much money. They

make millions and millions and millions

every year. I have a fraction of the

top 1% YouTubers when it comes to views.

A fraction of millions and millions and

millions and millions and millions is

Weed doesn't make you hallucinate. Also,

open marriage— my wife would never agree

to an open marriage, and I don't want an

open marriage. I would not be happy if my

wife was going on dates with guys and

having sex with guys. I would not be happy

You cheat on her and that's okay. Well,

yeah, if she doesn't find out, there

wouldn't be a problem.

But that's the problem. I want to eat

my cake and have it, but I don't want to

give my cake to other people.

So what am I supposed to do? I don't want

my wife sleeping with other men, but then

I keep thinking about sleeping with other

I don't think that makes me a hypocrite.

It's like saying Churchill's

a hypocrite because he's okay with bombing

Germany but he doesn't want to get bombed

himself, or he's a hypocrite.

So it's saying Hitler was okay with

invading Russia but then he started crying