I had a blast at the convention hitch-hiking. I hitch-hiked a ride to The Howdy Party from my hotel from the bass-player in the band that performed. I did the "Wayne's World skit" for him ( where Wayne and Garth met Alice Cooper ), and he chuckled. "I'm not worthy."
Two members of the Terminal-Siphons rock-band found me along a wet road near the campground this afternoon and took me to the high-school. ( The lead-guitar player and his wife, the tambourine player. ) The only events that I attended this year were that I very briefly looked at the maps, and spent less than ten minutes at the Fine Arts Salon. The small sculpture of the salamander in the pool was awesome. I loved it. I bummed a ride from there with TAG-caver Gerald Moni. His rescue movie, is one of my favorites. I bought his dinner at the local Mexican restaurant, which is now my favorite Mexican restaurant. He had never had food like I ordered. https://photos.app.goo.gl/zRjC1mue61AYAqQh6 I saved his life in Sumidero de Acahuizotla, but his version of the story is that he was just under water a little longer than he expected. He don't even remember. My next Craigslist chauffeur is p*ssing me off. I was hoping to be on the road tonight heading towards Arkansas. I am starting to sense that he is instead just a internet troll just ph*cking with me. I did learn today that the person that I thought was missing and maybe in danger ( the one that I was trying to search for ), had very recently spent a night in jail. I have long abandoned any desire to help them. My custoners back home are really making me want to toss my cookiea. I need to close my business and just live under a bridge like 20,000 other Houstonians do. D.L.
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