...island-y. Focusing on the positive:
There's a group of guys in the complex where I live - "the guys" - who ride around in the bed of a beat-up small pickup, functioning as the landscaping and light maintenance crew here. They are all very Rasta and are probably some of the happiest guys I've ever seen, at least when I've been around them. One of them makes his own insect repellant. Five dollars says it contains concentrated THC.
Towards the end of my last "tour" down here, they saw me coming out of my place and asked me what had brought me to the island. I explained my circumstances. The responses included:
"He look like he 18 and he the boss-man!"
"What you do to stay lookin' so young?"
"You that guy!"
Within a day of getting here with my lovely wife, we ran into "the guys" hopping out of the truck in front of our building. It had been a while. Nevertheless:
"IT THAT GUY! AND CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY! LOOK AT YOU!" (This was in approval of my lovely wife's presence.) I have to agree.
It's obvious from my previous post(s) (and, if we communicate on a regular basis, in pretty much any form of human interaction I've had recently) that there are a lot of things in life with which I am currently dissatisfied. But for that to be the whole story, or my primary memories of this place, would be doing this place and my experience here a great disservice.
Some really smart guy whose blog I read recently wrote a post about how the atmosphere of a place has a definite impact of how you experience it, both in the moment and in your recollection afterwards. There are plenty of stories here like "the guys" and the pure insanity of the entire experience, which I look forward to sharing with plenty of folks over plenty of adult beverages (and perhaps some rotisserie chicken). It's only appropriate, after all, because although they don't have a lot of things here, they certainly have atmosphere.
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Not to slander the family as a whole, but I think I speak for both of us when I say we have outkicked our coverage by a mile.
Also, if you think you're not going to be referred to now as "THAT GUY" for the rest of your natural life, you're out of your mind... ;]
I concur.
It may have been more like "DAT GUY" than "THAT GUY," but... there you go.
I love this. I also love your new nickname. However, you look at *least* 21 now since you've aged in the last few years or so. ;)
I hope someday to hear more of the stories over a drink in person.
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