This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Saturday, July 03, 2004
Its 1 am. i still have not packed. And to tell u the truth i don't think i am going to. IM just going to bring an empty suitcase, and when they ask me if i packed it myself i am going to say,"no. i didn't pack it. There is nothing in it."
bet that will throw those airport assholes for a loop. Make them work for that extra goddamn airport tax that they are charging me.
so its 10 hours till my flight, 15 hours till i land. And 17 hours till i sleep in my hotel bed.
Panama is going to kick ass.
there will be no weed brought, so i might come back a changed man.
i will always be a pot head, and i don't know how i am going to handle going a week with out it.
I don't think i will even try to score any while i am there, like i need to visit jail in central America.
I am more worried about raymi she is a crazy woman when she doesn't get her 'medicine'.
No matter how much she bugs me i am not going to ask any one for any pot. fuck that shit.
i might get really wasted and venture off into the jungle.
i want to meet some guerrillas and teach them some English in exchange for them taking me under their wing, i will become the white savior of the Panamanian people.
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