Looking up at the sky...there He was again...
By the time I got my cell phone out to take a photo one eye was closed as if God was not just smiling at me, but grinning and winking, and the vision was about to break apart under the still open eye where the cheek had been attached.
I have long since given up trying to understand why I keep seeing these images in the clouds (the 4th time since April) and just go with whatever creativity results.
Later in the day I began my first Sit Spot Challenge since 2012.
Speaking of things to "try to understand" let me share something and see what you think...
Walking past a bus bench on my return from a trip to the market I found a crumpled piece of paper where there had been none an hour before...
One of my neighbors was out barbecuing by the pool and kindly took a photo of me holding my dirty, crumpled, torn find.
When I got back to my apartment I took a closer look and this is what I read...
To whom ever reads this…
Let this be a warning to you…
My name is unimportant. It won’t help you rescue me from the hell that is a small prison cell in a Godforsaken country south of the border.
If you take a vacation, here, be warned…no matter what you do, how behaved you are, or whose palms you grease, someone, somewhere, could at any moment find an excuse to toss you in prison.
I was in a cantina, sitting in a corner, writing…when I fell asleep.
I awoke to a bloody table, a dead woman I’d never seen before knifed on the floor and 3 cops, guns drawn.
I protested my innocence to no avail.
30 years, no parole; that I was able to get this missive out, after a year, I consider a miracle from God.
My cellmate? Some would say he’s crazy.
When I told him I was innocent he laughed.
When I asked him what he was in for he laughed again.
He said it happened 50 years ago.
They told him it was because “I tackled a glass of vodka because a clown stole my taco.”
Your definition of crazy changes down here, trust me.