poorwhitecrippledboy

MONDAY, MARCH 12, 2007 This was formerly titled Motel Sanchez, but after I somehow hit the wrong buttons it was gone, so I am back in the sparkling clean Internet Café, awash in fluorescent lights, it’s got about twenty stations, and primarily it seems to serve as IM heaven for all the teenagers in town but it’s close and the boxes seem to work properly. I have been living at Motel Sanchez for nearly ten days now, it’s clean, cheap, and simple (so it should not be confused in any way with “the dirty Sanchez”), at first I was just happy that the bathroom door was big enough to roll through but it has proved to be a great little home away from home. It’s safe, comfortable and secure, there is no real need to lock the doors, and my car has been entirely unmolested since its arrival. Primarily people stay there on the weekends and traveling through town, with a few notable exceptions, it fills completely when the wind blows, (we are taking about 6 to 8 bodies to a room on those nights}.

I think when last I wrote; I was headed down the road with Christian and Jesus about 80 mph in a car that felt as though it would burn up upon re-entry…mind you, I love a roller coaster, and adrenaline is definitely my friend, but I prefer a small measure of safety involved into my forays into the land of speed… like good tires at least, but who am I to complain. Our destination San Quintin, land of the Internet, bank, and jonke yards… Before rolling north we made a quick stop in El Rosario to inform the espousas that the boys were headed to town, I was given a wink and a giggle by Jesus’ youngest who was about 5 and had some sort of black finder paint covering half of her face, (she was spinning like the Tasmanian devil), then Christians overly young wife handed me one of the sweetest oranges (naranja dulce) I have ever eaten. We left El Rosario in a cloud of dust, it was wild, I kept saying despacio, tranquillo, (which in my limited Spanish means slow down, relax…but it evidently t

First let me apologize for my butchering of Espanol, and my horrendous grammar, lack of punctuation, and bad spelling, I will try and do better. I am pretty well prepared for any weather, I went to sleep under the light of a huge moon (Las Lunas Grande). To say it was cold is definitely an understatement, I slept in the back of the open car on my Thermarest, wearing silk thermals, under a sub-zero sleeping bag, thick fleece blanket, and a couple flannel sheets, one would think that would have been sufficient, but lets just say if I needed to cut some glass, my nipples would have done the job nicely. I awoke as the sun was rising; it took about an hour and a couple cups of thick coffee to get my blood pumping again. When my nipples began to soften, and my thumbs seemed almost opposable again I began organizing the car, preparing it to spend the day (or more) alone, I kept considering what was vital and what was expendable, mostly my stuff is secure, but not everything can be locked do

It’s only been a few days since my adventure began, and I am sitting in an internet café with a broken car, I crossed into Mexico nearly a week ago, I got through Tijuana and Ensenada quickly, stopped about 80km outside of Ensenda to organize the car and proceeded South by way of MX hwy 1, I saw a sign made of an old surfboard and headed off down a bone jarring dirt road towards the coast road, or (Camino de Costa). After about 40 minutes of ruts, bumps, washboards, and may cattle, I came upon a ranch house with cattle dogs everywhere chasing me off, there was nobody in sight so I headed South completely off of any real road until I reached a fairly well known surf spot name Shipwrecks. The place was deserted more or less except for some men doing construction work I shared a Sierra Nevada with a man named Beto, he gave me a brief history of the place, evidently it is owned, or rather leased by a bunch of Gringos from San Diego, and the ship that lies rusting away was beached by a Ca

I am back in the US, its not by choice I assure you, but when the universe speaks, all we can do is listen, then act accordingly, its no problem to resist, (as long as you enjoy a steady rain of blows falling on you), and its been my experience that the universe can pack a wallop when you choose a course different than the one she has plotted for you. So after attempting (yet again) to follow my own agenda (as a replacement for whatever the universe seems to have in mind for me) I relented after much deliberation and pointed myself north, stashing the trailer and magic carpet temporarily at my new friend Rolando’s. I had a last order of Tostados at Antojitos and drove north against a virtual gale force wind (the final blow to strengthen my resolve I assume) The wind made sure I took it easy and had plenty of time to decipher exactly what was missing from my equation, my list ended up something like this: 4 wheel drive truck (or no magic carpet) Laptop Computer (or no blogging) Sell Boa

It seems a little surreal that it is almost the end of February and I am finally in San Diego ready to cross the border to Mexico once again, driving down past the Military encampment at San Onofre yesterday I couldnt help but remember the last time I attempted to flee the good ole USofA. That time the route was by sea, after months of preparation on a 40' Trimaran, fairly well hungover from a night of ecstatic loveliness, surrounded by a crew of like minded creatures. We completed our magical 30 hours on the sea when we came upon Point Loma, got entangled in the kelp beds, cursed by the local fishermen, overheated the motor and rounded the point only to be greeted by a nasty show of military might, zodiacs packed with well trained killers practicing thier craft, helicopters swarming like locust overhead, and the Jen Sue limping slowly into a port she would never leave, but that story can be told another day. Today its the same only different, there is no hangover, no crew, and m

So here I sit at another in a series of internet cafe's, I decided while I had a few minutes I would change some stuff in my profile, and do some editing on some of the unpublished stories I had written...Evidently I hit the delete button (gotta love computers) if any of you had the bright idea of saving any of my ramblings please send em on to my edress, if not stay tuned for more exagerrations, lies, and partial truths coming soon....