Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Im riding in a SUV with a blonde Border Patrol agent from Tucson along a huge iron fence that runs for miles . It is 114 degrees outside and he is explaining to me that his soul will always be in Jamacia after he had spent 3 years there as a mormon missionary when he was a teenager . He then tells me that he quit taking s law class because the readings were far to liberal and he wants to move to the South with his wife because the "Family Values" are strong there .
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I knock on the door and my cousin Donna answers . She lets me in and shuts the door . It is the middle of the afternoon but pitch black inside . I remember that Donna is on drugs again and likes it dark . She takes the foam core from the window and I notice she has penned up on the ceiling a huge colorful beach towel of flying birds and butterflies in a jungle .