Never Ending Fun

Even Spanish Conquistadors need love

This was a project to replace 4 front roller bearings that I had ignored for 8 years. I avoided it because I felt nothing was really wrong with the front bearings, but then I bought a new set and waited for a good time to replace them since I had no idea how long they had been on there, only that I had not packed the inner bearings with grease in 8 years. Finally, I changed all of them and repacked the grease after hearing a low growling* on the way out of Costa Rica. Dirt parking lots are my habitat.

*the growling was not the front bearings.

Colgante

Long drive for vanity shots.

Gay time traveller spotted

An unidentified gay man from 1982 made a rare appearance on a Central American beach.

he is out of focus because he travels in time.

Van in Paradise

Yet another campsite.

It´s a blistering hot beach but the water is nice. Coconut water is not as cheap as it should be.

I finally charmed my way back into Costa Rica. The Cubans have all been imported to Florida or returned to Havana by way of the shame train. Good luck to those who taught me some Boleros. The immigration folks remembered me and tried to find something wrong with my paperwork but it was all in order...except my insurance had been purchased a month earlier so they only gave me 2 months visa. I only wanted one month because if it´s hot now then it´s unbearable in May. These are tired details that I don´t like discussing. Really pointless topics that can´t be translated or shouldn´t be written about except because I´m desperate and hopeful something romantic will spring from these crooked fingers.

They spelled my name wrong...O.G.G.Y

I don´t have video of one disastrous attempt to play a 2 hour solo set at some fancy bar where a glass of wine is $7. Fuck them. That audience should cheer at the mere mention of Hoagy Carmichael but they chewed through my Nat King Cole and if I were paid in applause then I would end up owing that restaurant money. But I ended up playing at an open mic night with better success. The equipment might´ve been to blame but really I´m not interested in performing and it was only circumstance that got me into trouble. Let me at some vintage Honda motorcycles and a tennis racket, but please don´t expect me to perform for the retired stock broker crowd who wold rather hear Michael Jackson disco smash-up remixes played by a computer DJ.

Life goes on until it doesn´t. Woody Allen says death begins at birth and accelerates during dinner parties. This was confirmed the other night. I´m so accustomed to desperation and unpredicatable disaster that I stepped on a Manta´s wing today and didn´t even freak out. The water was clear and warm and a shark couldn´t chase me out.

My Ideal

Step 1) be desperate and lonely
Step 2) go to bar and get rejected by everyone there
Step 3) buy cardboard box of wine
Step 4) drink alone in dirty room with Chet Baker record playing
Step 5) nod your head knowingly

This hits me where it hurts.