About six months ago, I stumbled upon a group of freedom fighters protecting the upper coast of Guyana. Even though my Spanish was primitive, I managed to not only locate the bathroom, but ascertain each member's likes and dislikes as well as find out what their favorite food was. Of course, this facilitated my slow but efficient climb up their ranks, and soon enough, I was the proud owner of my own thatched, Tiki hut. Several months went by. Many days were spent chewing yucca stalks and preparing for the inevitable sneak attacks by the resistance, a group that was neither formed nor in the process of being formed. After a commanding tan and the acquisition of powerful calluses under my feet, I decided to rejoin the world I had once turned my back on. Acculturation was difficult at first, but after a few months at a local community center, I assimilated back into the privileged piers I had left behind. Viva Norte America!
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
..> Will Ferrell as George Bush on FunnyOrDie.com ..>
People who can arm wrestle, Draw schematics, dress underwater, conjure feelings of nostalgia by using only an Ipod and a microscopic radio fabricated by Berkeley scientists, and martyrs.
My Blog
The West Wing
My parents divorced when I was 18 years old, sending my Mother along the jet stream toward New York City, our birthplace. My parents had recently bought a large Victorian house in the small community ... Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:30:00 GMT
