YO YO BO BO JOJO'S

I'm unsure as to why this photo appeals to me. Is it the flagrant lack of concern for appearances that I find admirable, or is it that this brand of laziness somehow makes my life seem very ambitious. Whatever it is, be sure that this particular form of personal hygiene is not for the faint of smell.
Well to recap my existence on the big blue ball....... (however insignificant)
I've managed to make it back to the cool blue north just in time to partake of the flue festival that has swept the region by storm. This years headliner is none other than the as yet unknown, headpounding, body aching variety. All of this combined with the adjustment period I go through every time I return from a place where anything goes, to the anal retentive hyperbole, that constitutes a self proclaimed civilized society, has given me the blues.
If I weren't so damn white I'd probably write a song. I guess that's why we have Merle Haggard.
Oh well this to shall pass. I believe I shall turn my compass southward again after I have sorted out some details, and continue my love, hate relationship with my tropical home.
BoBo Jo Jo's may get off the ground yet.
Con Dios E Suerte

I LIVE ON A BIG BLUE BALL
I NEVER DO DREAM I MAY FALL

JIMMY BUFFET

AMPHETEMINES, ACID, AND LOGANBERRY WINE

Well it´s been a while, I know, but this is what happens when you decide, at fifty, to revisit your hippie days.

After leaving the already blissfully hot West Kootenays I, decided to ride the Hog down to Jalisco. I know, I know, I left the heat and headed south. I never was much for convention. All was well until I reached the desert in Las Vegas. Tires do not like one hundred and twenty degrees of ambient temperature. Repairs were made and I left for the hopefully cooler temps of Phoenix and Tuscon. No luck, but I´m sure you already knew this.

Long and short of it......... made it to Mexico where, although humid it has been a tolerable ninety-five degrees every day.

After accomplishing all that was needed for my fact finding concerning working in a foreign country, and numerous trips to government agencies in Manzanillo, I decided to do nothing for a spell. As it turns out, I happen to be good at this, and with very little coaching took to it with relative ease.

It would seem, however, that this is not a new phenomenon, and as my new friends from the sixties have told me, has been going on for at least fifty some odd years or so. Give or take a decade or two. Time seems to be irrelevant to the professional ex- patriot hunkered down in the bosom of the surreal, in the attempt to avoid whatever conspiracy theory that happens to be pertinent at the time. My, My, My, how the mind goes on walkabout left to it´s own devices, and or, vices.

Does God exist or was he merely a manifestation of a Government plot whose true agenda has yet to be revealed?

This and more in the next edition of.........Acid & Accolades.......or is it happy hour yet¿

Hasta pronto cabrones