Coke Heads Over For Supper

People say that the life of a wanderer is an amazing one full of adventure and last minute heroics. Well, I am here to tell you that the people who say that sort of thing are full of……correctness! They are absolutely right! One moment one is kicked back, watching a horrid movie, the biggest decision that they have to make is whether or not to stop the movie, the next, they are planning the proper security procedures (read: WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW??) involved in meeting a friend and making sure that her person stays safe and in one piece because drug dealers are chasing her down……AND SHE’S HIDING OUT AT THAT “ONE’S” HOUSE!!! Yeah, typical night in a wandering wanderer’s life! (For that “one’s” own safety, that is as far as that story will go)

For the life of me, I would not trade this adventure for anything.

I imagine that this life is only going to get more exciting, what with certain surrounding governments preparing for war with each other and elements within this very country plotting their own coup. There is a scene of myself that I sometimes see in my mind’s eye. That scene has me in front of a window, drink in my right hand, left hand in my pocket, standing in the midst of a debris filled bar room here in Antigua. The sound of bombing and weapons fire permeates the senses as the curtains flutter with each blast. I look out of the window to the panicked streets beyond, take a sip from my drink and ponder my next move very carefully. Maybe Angelina Jolie is there with me to…….HA! Just kidding. A strange calm has settled over me, one that comes from a year full of shock and awe. One that comes from a body so worn down by the constant need for 24/7 vigilance that it can no longer manage a raised eyebrow, let alone a frantic, screaming, flailing arms run!

As far fetched as that little scenario sounds to those of you in the US, to those of us here in the 3rd world, things can be like that in an instant. Life is truly lived on the edge in these parts of the world.

In a sense, I am already in a debris filled room sipping a drink and pondering my next move. If I could see into my mind, that would be the scene. The time to decide what my future holds is drawing near! I must choose between further adventure, big cities and Jaguars that are actually affordable! (I’ve always wanted a Jag!) “Further adventure” sees me staying here for a while longer or traveling to some other God forsaken corner of the globe to carve out an existence one day at a time with people that the world has left behind. “Big cities” sees me rocking out in Chicago or NYC, doing God knows what (hopefully writing, not whoring) and adding that ever longed for “big city” chapter to my life’s book. “Affordable Jaguars” sees me back in Michigan, buying a car, getting a few writing jobs (already mostly lined up) and living in an amazing spot for free (also already lined up), if only for a few months. Who knows where I will land? I would LOVE to do all three! Michigan would be perfect for me to regain some composure. Then a move to Chicago, where I feel life is most certainly beckoning me from. But, this life is unpredictable. I could be rubbed out by the volcano or coke heads. Who knows??

This life is a magic show! A trick and trade! A slight of hand rendition that shows me in the center ring and the 2nd ring and the 3rd ring. Which is the me that is real? Well, look behind the curtain and find out! Then, maybe, could you let me in on the trick?? I would really like to know! That is really how this life feels sometimes. A bit over exaggerated, a bit showy, but still my life and oh how I love it!

Saying yes to things has brought me trouble it seems. That is fine, no worries my friend! I am certain of survival, right to the bitter end!