Jungle Journal, March 2, 2007
I don't remember life ever being as easy as this and so hard at the same time.
Maybe it's always been that way for me. My memory plays it's tricks.
I've lost my social skills along with my ability to converse.
I'm happy doing nothing but have to build a new house. I started it, and have
to finished it.
Panama beckoned, I went. Got stamped in and out. Three days, two nights
in David, Panama with my neighbor, Mark.
No blood was shed.
I saw two movies at a theater, Blood Diamond, and Lucky Number Slevin.
Had some good food....see resaurant review number 3 when I write it.
I got my McDonald's fix in Panama. A Big Mac Meal on the way into town
(David, Panama) and an Egg McMuffin with ham and cheese on the way out
of town. I never knew how much I loved that stuff till it was hard to get. Maybe
it's just a bit of that which is familiar.
An attractive young woman, perhaps a hooker, stalked me a little when I was
shopping downtown. She made it known she was sort of available to me. I
think it was cause I'd just gotten a haircut and was looking fairly presentable.
She had a spectacular ass, and was about a 4.5 on the peter-meter (Al
Goldstein SCREW magazine, 1-5 ratings), but I just stumbled off in my little
cocoon..preserving the absence of involvement I've maintained for a few
years now. I can hardly remember what it was like when I was a slut, even
though I was one for so many years.
Mark got me a birthday cake through the hotel staff, with whom I shared
aformentioned cake. It was the first of March. My birthday is the eleventh..but
what the hell...good cake.
The border crossings were smooth, and the car worked fine.
Maybe it's always been that way for me. My memory plays it's tricks.
I've lost my social skills along with my ability to converse.
I'm happy doing nothing but have to build a new house. I started it, and have
to finished it.
Panama beckoned, I went. Got stamped in and out. Three days, two nights
in David, Panama with my neighbor, Mark.
No blood was shed.
I saw two movies at a theater, Blood Diamond, and Lucky Number Slevin.
Had some good food....see resaurant review number 3 when I write it.
I got my McDonald's fix in Panama. A Big Mac Meal on the way into town
(David, Panama) and an Egg McMuffin with ham and cheese on the way out
of town. I never knew how much I loved that stuff till it was hard to get. Maybe
it's just a bit of that which is familiar.
An attractive young woman, perhaps a hooker, stalked me a little when I was
shopping downtown. She made it known she was sort of available to me. I
think it was cause I'd just gotten a haircut and was looking fairly presentable.
She had a spectacular ass, and was about a 4.5 on the peter-meter (Al
Goldstein SCREW magazine, 1-5 ratings), but I just stumbled off in my little
cocoon..preserving the absence of involvement I've maintained for a few
years now. I can hardly remember what it was like when I was a slut, even
though I was one for so many years.
Mark got me a birthday cake through the hotel staff, with whom I shared
aformentioned cake. It was the first of March. My birthday is the eleventh..but
what the hell...good cake.
The border crossings were smooth, and the car worked fine.
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
Mark sucks up a delicious
green margarita at the
Italian, Greek, Tex-Mex
restaurant, Tamburrelli, in
David, Panama.
green margarita at the
Italian, Greek, Tex-Mex
restaurant, Tamburrelli, in
David, Panama.
Mark schmoozes with the hotel staff during the
birthday cake eating.
birthday cake eating.
cake and all the old man eyeglasses,
some of which I didn't manage to lose
before we got home.
some of which I didn't manage to lose
before we got home.