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I was gone for thre months. My trip home was smooth. Long answer.
[QUOTE=Surfer500;2728602]Well sounds like your going to be going into withdrawal upon exiting Colombia.
What are you going to do while your away?
I remember one of our posters, Sjobs, who was stuck outside Colombia during the Pandemic came up with all kinds of stories of how he would smuggle himself into Colombia when it was closed by bribing Immigration officials if necessary, and even sneaking in from Venezuela.
All total fiction of course, but the posts where quite entertaining being so unbelievable.
And with you being a high wire act, with no balancing beam, or a safety net below, it surprising that you didn't get jacked up on this trip.
Safe travels![/QUOTE]I was so tired from no sleep for 38 hours that I slept through all 3 of my flights only to be awakened each time by the landing. Really, it was the easiest trip ever although sometimes I am pretty sore the next day from sleeping so much in airline seats. Nine hours after landing, I feel pretty good, I think the gym work I was doing in MDE really helped.
My last night with Catgirl and Scarlet was phenomenal. They are both long-term loves, and they both returned the evening of my departure, my taxi picked my up at 9:00 PM last night and I got in at 11 AM Sunday.
For pure love and emotion from which it was very hard to tear away, the few hours I spent in bed with Freckle and the Little One was off the charts, in the puta motel across the street from The Nutti. I just posted about it. My relationship with Freckle makes no sense other than we love each other's company. I started with her this trip when I went directly from the airport and spent five nights with her in a different dive motel in the Belly of the Beast in El Centro. Then she found a girlfriend, the Little One, who accepts me at Freckles' behest. I can't describe it fully and you know I am not usually at a loss for words. They are both 18 years old.
What am I going to do here? I have a hundred things to do and nothing I have to do, being retired. I am going to get overnight shipping of a new phone from my old provider to replace the one that was stolen. My cable service is out but I have Internet as you can see.
My yard guy seems to have abandoned me and it's a jungle out there. Right before I left I had a tree removed and a bunch of roots ground out but now there are like 50 little trees sprouting up, see foto.
One of my two antique sports cars wouldn't start even though it was on a battery tender, I hope all I need is a new battery, I have a diagnostic machine hooked up to it now, see foto.
I want to get hundreds of fotos off my Colombian burner phone that is not working now that I am in the states, although that realization did not occur to me until I was sitting in the MDE airport. I just posted about that.
I need to help supervise my casa build in San Cristobal but Catgirl is very good at that. Eleven foundation columns are going in now. I need a new visa in order to return this calendar year to MDE. I fucked up as usual and once I got to Medellin, sex, drugs, and guraracha music took over and I procrastinated on those plans. I have a couple of Colombian lawyer leads for where's you pays your money, and you gets your visa, end of story. Expensive, but for me probably the best value.
Keep up with the gym that I started in Medellin. I lead a very healthy lifestyle here. No drugs, no mongering. My best friend is my ex-wife but she lives several states north. We like to travel together. I pretty much don't date. Medellin has ruined my tolerance for the bullshit in pussy prison here. The last chica who wanted to go out with me here, I told her to show at my front door in an overcoat with no underwear, and we had to fuck first before we went out. She considered it, but in the end she was a no-show, jajaja.
Continue remodeling my house, the finest example of Mid-Century Modern in my city. I often get asked if it is a Frank Lloyd Wright designed home, I wish. I lead a good life.
I know my lifestyle seems like a "high wire act" to some, but it's all relative. I wrote about my friend Crazy George in Medellin. I look like a monk compared to him. I admit I am more than 2 standard deviations away from the mean, for sure.
I have been this way all my life so it will be a tough sell to get me to think something needs to change, not saying you did. Most people don't get me, but that's not important. I don't need or want to be understood, which I consider to be one of the greater human fallacies. I am fully prepared for the consequences of my actions other than I prefer not to be tortured to death or suffer significant permanent disability. Other than that, If I Die Tomorrow, I Die A Happy Man, my epitaph. Live one day at a time.
I have never felt deeper in love with Catgirl. In fact, there is a lot of love with all the chicas on my List. Once you accept the premise that money equals love in the Medellin culture, so much of the behaviors become crystal clear. I am not being trite. The concept is profound and deep and you have to digest it for a long time before it sinks in. At least it took me awhile to get it and I am generally a Quick Study. BTW, I am not saying you have to spend a lot of money to be loved.
Thanks for the question. I can be a real asshole sometimes but I don't let it bother me. Before I retired in 2019, I had a high profile position in a Fortune 20 company and I constantly had to be aware of my professional reputation, and so forth. One of the revelations I made after retirement was I stopped trying to be a better man. Great decision. Made me a better man, jajajajaja.
I can't speak for SJobs but I am a Truth Seeker and everything I post is 90% true. I don't claim 100% because I am on the inside looking out, and it is impossible to eliminate personal bias. But to the best of my ability, and I am better at it than the average bear, my number one driving force is the search for The Truth. I will admit some of my shit seems unbelievable. You should see the stuff I leave out that I don't bother to post because I know very few would believe me. If after I write it down, I read it and think, "If I wasn't the one it happened to, I would not believe this shit"! Then I usually leave it out, jajajajajaa.