I said what I said!
My buddy Dan got drunk & decided to mess with a crocodile. The crocodile π lost btw.
I recently did hurricane relief work in Acapulco. There isn't much there that hasn't been damaged. People are still trying to rebuild. If you have a favorite charity that is working down there, the people really could use a hand.
It's cold here at higher elevation. About ten degrees. I wrestle the heavy door to the dark & pail utility room. I step carefully through the carcasses of dead roaches I subject to random poisonings & scolding water I often poor down the drain on the floor.
I carefully step to the old rusted boiler to heatup the water. I feel on top of the boiler for a few seconds finding the box of matches that can bought in every tienda for 1 peso. So few things are for sale in Mexico for only a peso. I'm glad I can find an essential for little. Sliding open the matchbox I opened to the wrong side. I quickly flip it over & light a match. Damn! I forgot to turn on the gas. I quickly reach down, turn the dial on the tank & in one movement sprung up to turn the dial on the boiler & jam the match inside to the pilot as fast as I can. As my fingers start to burn the burner catches & gives out a soft pop. I carelessly pull my hand & scratch it on the pilot door.
Rolling my eyes in frustration, I exited the room & laid in my hammock while the water heated up. I get a real chill in this colder weather without hot water. I stare at the wall & my mind drifts into a pointless checklist I plan to get done tomorrow. I have all the time in the world & nothing really pressing but I'm taking a break from the phone at the moment. The phone is like a bad relationship with someone who often presses your buttons just to throw you off balance because it feels insecure.
Twenty minutes have past & my breathing has slowed. I almost fell asleep. I rock forward to stand up. Pushing through the floor with my heels to get upright I feel my back tighten as I start to straighten.
Stepping into the shower I turn the faded plastic knob to the hot water. The room warms. The humidity raises. I step into the shower, letting the water lightly sting my skin. My thoughts wonder. The humidity reminds me of Acapulco. I'm thinking about John's last lunch. I remember how kind he was that day. He pulled out his drone so we can do something while we wait for Lily to finish cooking. He sat closer than normal to point out the camera as we watched the drone fly over the jungle. As Lily was dropping plates on the table John instructed the drone back. He packed it up nicely & we went inside to the table.
Ribeyes, eggs & carnivore balls were on the menu. We sat & ate, had a surprisingly panicked conversation talking about needs for the upcoming event. John was very preoccupied with the venues size & how much he paid. He expected way more people to attend & the year before we only had a hundred.
The dogs start barking excitedly at some commotion outside. Lily ran to the bedroom to look. She shouted "there are boys throwing rocks at the house". John runs to the door, then back to the bedroom, then back outside.
The water has gotten cold. I turn back the cold water to heat myself back up. Getting back to Acapulco as I warm. I calmly walk to the door & down the driveway about ten yards behind. My feet are starting to hurt. I stay focused on the young men lined up. They start to backup as John slips through the gate. They all draw at once. I see John jump then collapse to the ground. Damn! The water is cold & I haven't used soap to clean. I didn't even wash my hair.
I turn the water off with a great feeling of regret. Why didn't I take John's body with us? I really wished we took him to the hospital. He wasn't alive but in my memory I want to give him a chance.I wasn't strong enough to stop people from calling the police. It cost Lily everything. The cops came & stole everything. Then the neighbors got in after the cops & took the scraps that were left.
I step out of my shower & I have John's pictures littering my wall. I sit back in my hammock & I try to change the past in my head. When I wake, John will still be dead & there is nothing I can do...
Adding a worthless post. π
After you die. The sooner you move in, the less you will be disappointed.
My favorite wallet for btc.
Free to move & not be taxed.
I have advice on cooking pizza if you ever need it.
I was hoping you would put effort into a pizza.
I'm up late thinking about bitcoin while sitting on a top of a mountain in central america.
My budget in Mexico for a family of 3 is under $900 a month. $275 for rent. $15 for electric. $7 for water. Dog $50ish. Internet $40. Phone $10 fuel $10. Food $350. Misc $120
That's about it.
It's not too late to wholecoin.
The only reach I've ever had was on fascistbook. Social media doesn't really work or I'm not interesting. Not sure...