Sure, given enough time anything is possible...except more time.
This blog has turned a page. Before, the memories of my screwed up life seemed suited enough for many of you to want to read, but after yesterday's post I don't know any more. If conflict is interesting, then life just became more so.
Is my life written out and shared in real time, enough to hold your interest? My struggles, my selfish attempts at retribution, my minor triumphs?
I thought about leaving, of course I did, it's how I'm wired...but there was no where to go. The State Department or some such watchdog agency has my passport 'flagged' for just such an occasion. I cannot obtain a passport, let's say-to work overseas as a contractor and make enough money to have all this paid off in three months, no, let's keep me here, working for tips.
What-the-fuck-ever.
I mentioned I thought about a drink. I did not act on it, for those of you who might be concerned.
Not a great time to be having a crisis of faith...but what if this was the catalyst? Maybe this is what it takes to restore it...
Bollocks.
Could I do "The underside...from underground?"
Completely fall off the radar? Probably not. I'd much rather someone buy the film rights to this blog and the whole matter is taken care of.
Plus, Internet access in the jungle is spotty at best.
But I do enjoy a good hammock and I'm a sucker for an umbrella in my drink...
Paul Gauguin was my favorite syphilitic pederast. (Possibly the first time that's ever been written)
And from what I understand, rather unpleasant. Good for him.
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