Something you don’t know about me is that the internet content I’ve consumed the most this year are interviews with fentanyl addicts, heroin addicts and tricks. Tricks are people who see prostitutes. All the tricks I’ve seen interviewed are men. I’ve watched a lot of interviews this year.
Another thing you don’t know about me is that last year I looked up how far Ensenada is from the border, and it’s 70 miles. Then I immediately thought, that’s probably about as far as New Jersey is wide and I looked it up and sure enough, at its widest point New Jersey is 70 miles wide. That’s a true story.
Sometimes 70 miles doesn’t seem sufficient, such as recently, and then I fantasize about Asunción and it helps. I don’t think I would want to live there as the climate is not ideal but when I think about far away places in South America, Asunción is the farthest. It’s farther than the southern tip of South America because it’s a large city, and it’s farther than Buenos Aires because it’s less famous. Its access to the ocean, via a river, also makes it very far away. Asunción has a harbor and beaches. I should do a tour of the south, hitting Asunción, Montevideo and Buenos Aires.
I haven’t had a single interaction with a gringo here yet. I rarely see any. Today I had my closest encounter. I was behind one in line at the grocery store, so I watched a gringo speak Spanish for the first time this year. I had a feeling like I was watching and listening to myself. That’s called an out-of-body experience.
Last night I watched an interview with someone who claimed to be a porn addict but it became apparent that really he’s a religion addict and a disability (wheel chair) faker (“devotee”), and perhaps some other things.
I’ve watched a couple interviews with people who claimed to be marijuana addicts but it became apparent that they’re schizophrenic. True story.
Most of the watch dogs are behind fences but a few have ventured into the street and a couple have bumped at my heels with their snouts as I walk down the street. When this happens I keep walking at the same pace and don’t look back, and a short while later they let me go without biting me. A few dogs nearby that used to erupt when I’d pass no longer bark at all, no longer even get up off the patio/dirt when I pass. This is a discursive post containing true stories.