I just got back from a trip to South America. I’d love to write about it but I’d hate for my friends from there to do a search on the name of their town only to find this Arcasha guy who sounds a whole lot like the guy that visited them a few days ago. I don’t want people I know to see the inside of my head. They’re sweet people who shouldn’t be exposed to that.

Besides, I’ve lost track of how many Latin shit holes I’ve been to on this trip. I don’t mean to sound negative about that. I quite like Latin shit holes some times. I don’t know why, but I like towns with a crusty, seedy side. It usually means that people actually live there and, man, those streets were alive down there.

When I got back home after 32 hours of constant travel, I found Luvofmylife sitting at the top of our basement stairway in tears. The basement had flooded with snow-melt while I’d been away. What that poor woman puts up with.

There had been a huge snowfall, followed by high temperatures and a big melt. The @#@$#$%^ power company shut off the power for a couple of hours so the sump pump wasn’t working. Hence, four inches of water. It was just enough to ruin the whole basement. I’m gonna make them bastards pay.

Luckily we have neighbours with a squillion kids. The little varmints came over and helped her clean everything up. They’ve taken on Luvofmylife as some kind of surrogate aunt. That cheered her up to no end.

I’ve been thinking a lot about faith and spirituality lately. I don’t think I’ve ever believed in God…ever. I’m not really sure what I believe in but I’m beginning to think that I should. I’m a pretty lucky guy, if only a tad clueless some times. There’s got to be more to it than luck. Don’t ya think?

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