>>> BUT FIRST THE NEWS:
Some cute white puppy with a stiff
upturned tail, has strayed from home, and having reached the promontory of my
front porch, is crying out to the whole of Vallarta for his mama or his people
friends – and it is breaking my heart.
He’s been there for 90 minutes so far,
and he’s healthy. I’d love to at least comfort him and I’ll soon give him food
and water, but I don’t want him to form an attachment to me when his place
needs to be found. He did just climb further up the hill and is now in a
density of people who should take care of him.
>>> NOW THE STORY:
A day or two ago, I actually got an
email from “Ace McD”, in which he claimed to finally be back in Puerto Vallarta
– which last he’d told me would happen in mid-January, and no word since. And
he said he’d used the money I fronted him to buy a new keyboard for this
computer which has no “E” key (but works by sticking my finger into the hole –
an awkward event, or external keyboard), but it had not been packed right, so
got damaged during his return and he’s looking again, but is available if I
need his computer repair services.
I politely replied that I’d keep him
in mind if I need him, but in conversation with Testo, yesterday, he asked what
I’d do if I run into Ace on the street, and I replied my impulse would be to
spit on him, but I would not – and he’s built like a brick shit-house, so I
wouldn’t tangle physically!!!
And as I thought of it, Ace is a black
guy, so EASY to spot in this town where they are as common as
hens’ teeth -- and me too visible, due to my height. And I have no fear of
walking around Puerto Vallarta anymore at all. In fact the ONLY heat
I still get is the corruption to my computer and lessening problems with my
connection to the internet outside my home – which could be the action of just
a few criminals – and nothing more, now.
The resistance to me is just a SHADOW OF ITS FORMER SELF.
I am now fighting only a SHADOW.
Well, my mother’s mood has been
improving, too, so I decided to DROP any demands of
my family, and if it isn’t too late for Mike to get a decent-priced flight, I
would be happy to meet him in New Orleans, if he still wants to.
True, I’d had a fair amount of tequila
and the neighbors were burning underbrush again – which seemed to have included
weed -- so when I called Mike and Jane about 9:30 their time last night, I had
a little fun leaving both voice-mails, being slurry with my words – which might
have made them think I wasn’t serious, so I need to post this quickly.
You see, I’ve really gotten it all out
of my system, now only finding ever more exotic connections within my life. And
there are TONS of internet postings
of hidden crimes as bad as what I’ve reported – and NO reports of those people being harassed to Kingdom Come – except those who
spilled classified secrets, which I have NEVER
had access to. I’ve only carefully observed my family and friends to get MY information.
THEY will
have to answer why I have had so much mortal opposition – and I contend it is
because I had either been born into or stepped into so many piles of crap that
I had no idea were that when I stepped.
All I’m doing is cleaning off the residue.
So there is no reason I cannot return
to American society, and they can just claim I am an ECCENTRIC if
they like – like they did Tennessee Williams’s brother Dakin. Of course they
were CORRECT about Dakin being very eccentric. His manner did
not lend him credibility.
So I must watch out for that silly pit-fall.
Anyway, the puppy has quit crying –
and so have I.
Scott
Jane, Mike, Mom, me, Dad, and Maggie -- on Dad's 90th birthday, 2008. Julie took the picture.
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