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once upon a time... like, A WEEK AGO, i had such a devil-may-care attitude. flippant. positive, even. i was going places. getting my papers. that last bit about the beer, though. that was trouble brewing... so to speak. i tend to forget how third-world it is here. never expect to get anything done the first day you plan to do it. no wonder i'm so drawn to Jamaica. between the politics and the don't-give-a-shit attitude, there's not much difference. except for the temperature. and the water. and fruit growing everywhere. well, maybe there's plenty of difference. back to the point. after a forty-mile 'round-trip, no application accepted. the one person capable of doing the paperwork had just gone for the day. typical. after some other stops, taking care of bidness, i decided to stop by Bill's to drop off a cd i'd burned at work. he offered me a beer. i called Miss Jane to let her know where i was, and that i'd be home after a while. thus begins my tale of domestic disatisfaction. to be continued. |
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