Can Rory hit two-hundred feet on one breath?
Back home for a minute. Just enough time to wash my clothes, repack my shit. Hop back on a plane to BI. Gonna try and be a freedive hero. We’ll see how that goes.
Shaky moment last night. Sleeping at the in-laws. Fancy pants in Manhattan Beach. Started running a high fever around bed time. Total delirium all night long. Finally broke before dawn. Shit came out of nowhere. No lasting ill effects.
But it was dicey there for a moment. Airlines don’t smile on sick people leaving a third world country. Kept telling the wife, “Don’t say anything about me being sick. I don’t want to get stuck in LA.”
She’s no fool. Didn’t need to be told twice. Especially didn’t need me to ramble on incoherently about it.
We had a very good time. Living in the lap of luxury. Granada hotel houseboys bringing the mojitos. Wake up to massages on our private veranda. Breakfast brought up soon after. Spinach quiche and excellent french press Nica brew.
Ruined an Australian group’s dinner one night. Paid a street musician to play Guantanmera and La Bamba for them. On repeat.
One guy got so upset!
“Please stop! We’re not paying you!”
“It is okay, you no need pay. Would you like a different cancion?”
Musician guy totally got the joke. Was playing well at first. Worse and worse as he went on. Basically banging on his guitar and shouting. Big shit-eating grin on his face. Comedy all around.
Drunk wife had to spoil the joke. Asked if they enjoyed our gift. But they were good sports. Laughed it off. We bought them a round. Made some new friends.
Shit got weird when we unlocked our front door. Someone’s been in my home. Muddy boot prints through every room. I don’t own a pair of boots. No way they could’ve been mine.
They dug through my closet. Nothing in there but clothes.
Laptop still sitting on my coffee table. No surfboards missing. Spearguns where I left them. Wife’s jewelry box in plain view, but everything still there.
Place was closed up tight. Put new locks on a few months back. No one else has a key.
Very unsettling. Might be time to buy a gun.
Get new toothbrushes!
So now you are speaking in short sentences on the reg? And referring to yourself in the 3rd person? Again? Conceded peps are known to refer to themselves in the 3rd person to puff themselves up or illustrate their egotism. Either way, it’s lame as fuck, in my not important opinion.
hehehehe works every time
I believe the missing chapter is en route. Just gotta wait for Rory to surface, like, literally!
I’m going to speak for what I believe to be the mid thirties general market here and ask what the hell was that?
We were living our decaying lives through that story and for what?
Boot prints?
Fuck.
Gemma from Global Hobo
Maurice Cole.
That has got to be unsettling that a meth-head, muddy booted sort breaks into your place for a walk-a-bout and finds nothing worth stealing. Can’t fit into chubby guy clothes, jewelry mistaken, or perhaps not, for cheap tin, laptop couldn’t fetch $15 on letitgo.com and figures he better look out for his meth head buddies and lock your front door on the way out so they don’t make the same mistake as him.
Perhaps announcing your travel plans on BG wasn’t smart.
Or your neighbor got sauced and entered the wrong house. Proceed cautiously with that theory.
You don’t think your wife is secretly praying for a shallow water blackout do you?