Our Man in Antigua

new licks…the off-again/on-again plan of having an ‘app’ written for the ‘Our Man in Antigua Stan’  booklet kicked off again…at 5am. The local people and the far-away ‘consultants’ haven’t been checking in…’hey, wanna job?’ guess not…’zo, at 5am, propelled by Serious Espresso #2 (thank you, whisky den) i went to a site and started the f%$#@! project myself…and yes, there’s progress…dinosaurs rule!

Dan of Ay Robot! might be moving, just a bit further south…he checked out the vacancy at #4 on 5th Calle…next to Bagel Barn et al…$3500 a f$#@! month and i don’t mean quetzals…dollars…if I could smoke what the landlords are smoking, I’d never leave home..$3500? that’s about 1000 q a day…if you’re interested…c’mon, roll the dice.

Yo Yo Geronimo and lady..Debbie…sighted in Bodegona…and looking good(she was)…they’ll be in Ocelot Friday, 5:30 or so..

ran into ‘she of the infectious laugh/grin’ yesterday, whilst she was talking with Lily the Newspaper Lady…Lily giving her the ‘fish-eye’…this morn, when I spoke with Lily she agreed with me that ‘she of the etc’ is/was loca, i.e., crazy…I kinda got this two years ago but sometimes it takes me a while to process ‘data’….thank you, god, for letting me dodge this bullet.

Tom Martin aka Richard Petty? under the weather for3 months with unknown intestinal stuff..bugs, parasites…’lost a lotta weight and if you know TM, he didn’t have any to lose..and yes, the Beige Bomb project is still lurching forweird…she needs paint, he says..why? its Guatemalo, TM…primer is good..my own ‘intestinal difficulties’ necessitated the ingestion of serious bug killer stuff sunday…seems to have worked, more or less..

and I’m waiting on incoming ribs via Tecpan/james durham’s connection…bbq soon: for the best in porko stuff, email Jim at jamesdurham2@gmail.com…order on Tuesday, it’s here on Thursday…90% of the time…per ‘Bull’ a Texan beef/bbq guy, Nifu Nifa has the best steaks in town, stuck away in a freezer(which explains the shotgun at the door) but i can’t verify this yet…its the rains, the F%$#@! rains….’went out for firewood earlier and all is good…i’m mostly dry, it’s scotch-ola time and i ain’t leaving the rancho tonight.. 

sorry about all you folks downhill….like shit, water flows your way…upper town already flooding…wear your rubbers! no, not the Trojan Defense…your boots/slickers/umbrellas..