
Gather No Moss
I’m really thinking of leaving Bogota. I’m thinking of Villavicencio. It’s tropical. Warm. Humid. Cold showers. Green. Trees. Mold on the walls. My place. Small-town people. My people. But back to subject. I’m thinking about leaving the metropolis. Going to a small town, I need it. This big city life may not be for me.

Mujer
I’ve been talking to a girl who works at a cafe near my apartment in Chapinero. We exchanged Instagrams and talked a lot. Later I asked her out to the movies. She never answered me. When I saw her next she gave me a cold shoulder. I’m taking it in stride. The ball is in her court. If she wants to be friendly again, I’ll let her come to me.
Mr. Kitty
I listen to ‘After Dark’ by Mr. Kitty. I’ve been going out hitting the streets without my cameras. I’ve been thinkin’ about my next move. Where will I go? Villavicencio is the premier candidate. Next Medellin, where I lived for 3 months in 2004. It’s where I discovered real porn.
A Script
I just had a ‘meeting’ with Lina and Sofia about a story that I wrote called ‘Embrace or Invade.’ This will get me back in orbit. I need this. This is an activity that could make a lot of people happy and be wonderful spectator event. I could meet my future wife via this short film. It’s a way to connect with others.
Chief’s Smokin’ BBQ
I’m still putting together video’s for John’s restaurant, Chief’s Smokin” BBQ, in West Virginia.
Medellin
I’m going to Medellin to visit an old friend who I met in Miami Beach in 2001 and he now lives in a small town just outside Medellin. We were roommates in Miami Beach in 2001 and 2008. I lived with him when Sept 11th occurred, I woke him up and told him what happened. And a month after that I went back into the military.
Medellin was awesome. I hung out with my old friend, Juan Carlos. In 2001 when I moved to Miami Beach. We became roommates and it was in a very intriguing part of Miami Beach. There were prostitutes in front of our apartment at night. We were 2 blocks west of the beach. There was a laundry-mat just half a block away next to a mini mart where a guy stood out in front and sold stolen goods. A strip joint was nearby too. This was 2001 and then Sept 11 occurred and I was called back into the military. Then in 2008 I moved back to Miami Beach again and again we became roommates. Soon after he moved to Colombia and this is the first time we’ve seen each other in about 14 years. He lives in San Cristobal, a small town on the slops of the mountains just outside of Medellin. Many people have motorcycles here because the slope is too steep to walk up and down. There are small farms in-between the houses and included in those farms are flower farms that are lite up by sun lamps all through the night. I’ve decided that I’m going to come back to live here.
Art

I went to an artsy part of town, San Felipe, to see an art exhibition of a friend of mine, Juan. He’s a sculptor, and husband of Lina. When it was finished I looked to buy a beer. Then I saw Juan and his artist friends standing in front of where the art exhibition was at. So we went to a little market that had tables out front to have a beer. We ordered a round. I was more thirsty so I had more beer than the others. Then I was bored and wanted to leave. I walked up to the counter and tried to pay for everything before making my departure and I was told that they only accepted cash. I only had plastic. I was about to pay the beers for everybody and be the hero. Now I owed beers to multiple people and I was the zero. And I couldn’t simply make my departure. That would seem un-respectful and uncouth. So I sat down and brooded. Plus, the seats we were in were so claustrophobic. My uncomfortableness with the situation was growing. I didn’t know what to do and I felt like a loser who was mooching beers. I finally said, “Pardon me. I wasn’t able to pay with my card. Do you guys know where the nearest ATM machine is?” My friend Juan mentioned that I shouldn’t go because it was a dangerous walk. But I insisted anyway. So I went on the march. I found the place finally, but it didn’t accept my card, so I returned, almost got lost, but made it back. Juan offered to pay for the beers. I promised to pay him back and I left. The other artists were very nice and polite to me but I felt uncomfortable and a slight anger/resentment/and embarrassment while saying my good bye. Once on the street with the open air I felt great, free and ready to explore the night.
Street Party
One night I returned to my apartment in Chapinero. I was rounding the corner onto my quiet street and I heard music. I turned the corner and saw people dancing in the streets. The crowd was right in front of my door, what was I going to do?! I took a few photos and talked to a few people. I decided to go to the store. I came back and the party was still rockin’. I’m in my apartment (2am) writing and editing and the music is pumpin through my open windows. I love it!

Short Film
We have been planning the filming of a short Film about a possible Alien Invasion. It’s been a long time since I’ve filmed something like this. I’m both excited and nervous. This is awesome. It’s what I’m passionate about. Getting a group of people together and filming something. It’s so dramatic. It’s another way of existing and relating with other humans.
THC
I needed to buy some weed one afternoon and also needed to teach a class at 6:30, so I was in a time crunch. I could buy THC chocolate at the park but my dealer also may be available and his stuff is quality. I called him and he said he could meet me near the National Museum in one hour. That was too late, I had to teach a class. He said he could be there within half an hour. I agreed. I ended up waiting a long time in front of the museum. He arrived 15 minutes after the 1 hour mark. I was angry but I didn’t want to be angry. So I imagined that he had been trying hard to arrive on time but he had things to do and therefore arrived late. I’m learning to control my emotions when they don’t serve the situation. I’ve harbored a vindictive man inside of me for a long time.

No Film
It looks like the short film that I was planning on making isn’t going to happen. We couldn’t fill the main actors slots. Plus, it was a pretty ambitious project. Lot’s of dialogue and lots of needed dedication from the cast and crew. And these people have never acted before. It’s hard to imagine how rewarding it is if you’ve never done it before, so they may not be as enthusiastic as me. But alas, I wrote a script. I tried to rally the troops. If nothing else I’m closer to completing a full short film at a later date. I wrote the group that were initially involved that the project was going to be postponed. Who knows? It’s possible. Yet I depart for Medellin in a few days so it’s not probable that we will re-start this operation.
Disminuir
My money is dwindling, but I’m optimist that if I go to zero dollars in the bank account that that will implore me to be a better person. Sometimes we need a kick in the ass.
Nature Drone
I finally finished a video I made for a weekend where a bunch of us went up to Lina’s country home just outside the city. We had a bonfire and it was an awesome weekend It’s below.



















