Random thoughts not Reggae Night...

Thursday night is reggae night in MZ and there are fire dancers in the street and peeps in the street and it's Tico Street. Every local dude has a fresh lid and Red Bull supports surfing here. Summer is here now {sounds so sweet} and every Thursday night, Reggae Night, gets better. Better is the best way I want to say it. Busier sounds negative I guess and better is always relative. In two weeks every college and university in North America goes on break for at least a month and oh yeah here comes NYE. So it will get rolling and every night will be someone or some group of chicas going away party. Five nights a week and Reggae Night is the queen of the prom. Disco ball goes on at 2130 and the resident DJ drops into a night of tunage.
I was content to hang tonight instead of paying $8 for taxi, the usual Chico's tab, avoiding two snakes and a scorpion. I have nine more Reggaenights in front of me so hanging with my good friend JJ, his girl and mine MJ, and internet all the fucking time now, WHOOT. Pura Vida sorta. So a night of random thoughts, not reggae:

• For thirty years I read texts, papers, journals, studies and little anything else. I have been homeless and on the road for five weeks and I just finished my fifth book...
• Its cool when you meet some specie on the road at night. Whether the head lamp picks up glowing eyes {never knew that there was a moth, a big moth, that has "eyes" that glow red} or the moonlight or quiet dark catches a sliver. So far all the species involved in encounters adopt the WTF!! approach. They slither or scatter to the side of the road and I walk brisquely down the road with a head on a swivel...
• once again I know all the bartenders in town...
• I am looking for driftwood body parts on the beaches to make a puppet for the NYE "Montey&Zumey presente Titere Playa, performance of Frankenpuppet. A mix of Frank, young Frank, Rocky Horror Frank and social commentary. Right now we have two natural stages on the beach behind Chico's and the ability of using the Guinal or glove puppets, shadow puppets and the Frankenpuppet that will be a lap puppet on the titeritero. Local icon, Don Casi Perfecto, is a sublime carpenter and shadow puppeteer. We are cross pollenating with fire dancers, musicians and probably a couple of local curb guys. So I could possibly debut on NYE as a titeritero and a curator. Then figure out how to get the Frankenpuppet across the line??
• everyone has a back story here and there is always someone else to tell it to you...
• 35 days and 150 to go...
• I have had the quiet of my own company these weeks but now its time to get busy. A dude from P'town here in this town  for a month and AJ, Ginny, Libby, Casey and Justine coming in and I am calling Marie to double chica check...
• Rocketman was all over the soul map today. Went to Santa Terasa and walked the playas and sweated the dusty road to Mal Pais. Wondered about our conversations then and tried to see him in the waves and the dust today...
• Been here long enough that now I have the "is it bedbugs" thing. It's funny enough when you turn on the light at night that everything in the house dives for cover like they do on the road. Some of my kids were amazed I would wasn't to spend these nether years in a hot buggy ass place. Take malaria meds as I have mentioned and I  haven't seen a CR moskeetO yet.
• Reading the credo and writings of mad men and frauds is almost as entertaining as watching porn...
• A week from today my mother would be 93. Wow, could I handle another 27 years?

just sayin, TmyO...