What’s my line and problem ? Any How ? Any How , was there a question regarding a ‘problem’?
I was not a great conversationalist so I just talked and tried to sound good at it . Conversing with kids and creeps and half-witted peeps , I could’ve done it in my sleeps while Georgie’s guitar gently weeps , I learned how deadly talk is Cheap .
I married a lady who tried to murder me. Ella es la mujer asesina , she was a female or lady assassin , she was my third wife . I don’t have to say her name , she knows who she is and so do her friends and relatives and the Policia Nacional of Rio Negro, Colombia . I married her in good faith , I didn’t know what her aspirations or extracurricular recreational activities were when we schmoozed on the boardwalk by the Grove .
So a few years into our marriage vows we settled in Sabaneta, Colombia, a suburb of Medellin . We married in a civil ceremony with a Notaria of the Archepelago de San Andreas , Colombia in January of 2007. We stayed at the Casa Blanca all inclusive Hotel Resort for 3 days after a festival in Sabaneta . We celebrated with friends and family , artists , musicians , DJs , dancers and Mariachis . I was recovering from an overdose of high power cocaine and had contracted pneumonia. I was on prescription pain medication and in quite a bit of discomfort. So I partied like there was no tomorrow and prepared myself to become a Colombian citizen and whatever that was going to take .
I lived in Colombia for eight years, bought undeveloped land and a property with two dwellings on the grounds. We improved our lives by becoming settled landowners and taxpayers in the municipality of Guarne. My life had taken a very free and creative turn with a few foreign amigos male and female , I was totally anonymous and could be whoever I wanted to be as long as I got along with my neighbors. I was home free with my past so close behind . I built a deck and a flight of stairs with a campesino , started construction on a guest house / studio , I had an outdoor fireplace , barbecue and sitting area with a swing for guests , 3 baths , two bedrooms and my own office, a cabin full of rustic wooden furniture and family memorabilia, I had my own library and meditation areas for study . I had a good computer, Bose speakers , an iPod , a laptop and plenty of paper for my writings. I had a hand-made Martin Guitar worth well over a thousand dollars. All that stuff, all that money and all those friends have disappeared . And all the love I had to give to that woman was taken and thrown away like trash. I gave it all to her freely and she thinks she stole it all from me. She kidnapped my closest friends ‘Muneca’ and ‘Friskie’, they were my allies, close companions and greatest loss in South America.
I studied Christianity and Comparative Religions for more than forty years. I received a Bachelor of Science Degree in Urban Ministry Management (BSUMM) from an orthodox Presbyterian college in Philadelphia . In 1975 I obtained an Associate in Religious Arts(ARA) from Luther College of the Bible and Liberal Arts in Teaneck NJ. I was given a state certification as a Certified Alcohol and Drug Counselor (CADC) in 2000 . twelve years of Catholic and Public schools and a year of preparation in a ‘Garden of Children’ (Kindergarten) in Elizabeth New Jersey .
I went to colleges , seminars and lectures , self -help groups and multi-level marketing programs, read dozens of motivational books and spoke with wealthy and successful entrepeneurs. There was a time when I pursued wealth with a passion. I wanted the Mercedes , the vacations, the cash and the freedom to be able to just pick up and walk away from the stupidity of people and life .
I gave it all away so as to do this and then that , pull my ears under my hat and sing out of tune melodies of my dissolute youth quest of being stoned at best with a girl perched on my chest . I became an enigma to myself , as in “who in hell is this masked man?”
I asked so I wouldn’t be identified with losers and geeks staring blandly at the performing freaks on sleazy greasy streets … a nig ma , yo who’s the nig mah ? he ain’t no big ma, he dat ‘ol in the nig mah nigga bigga than a bigga bagga jigga … her I yam with another grand slam a three bagger like mick jagger and dickie keef to give me grief ahhhh tis but a shot another of divine relief .
THat’s all I have to say about that .