Last Tourist in MX “We don’t need no s

Last Tourist in MX “We don’t need no stinking Juice Boxes!” http://ow.ly/Sm1TC http://ow.ly/i/d6dXh

“A marker day is a day when something u

“A marker day is a day when something unexpected and irreversible happens all at once, and every event in your life is re-sorted into what came ‘before’ and what happened ‘after’. A marker day is a scar in the tapestry of your life, a streak of gristle that runs from top to bottom. All moments after are woven with less innocence. A marker day leaves you with permanent regret and an ache that doesn’t go away even though you stop talking about what happened and fake that you’ve moved on.”

Walk in MX City. What’s this? Must be a

Walk in MX City. What’s this? Must be a call box left by aliens. http://ow.ly/SlJiI http://ow.ly/i/d61YZ

Last MX Tourist takes a walk. Yes, a lin

Last MX Tourist takes a walk. Yes, a line for a real old fashioned bookstore. http://ow.ly/SlI5u http://ow.ly/i/d61bF

THIS IS NOT POLITICAL! I have no dog in

THIS IS NOT POLITICAL! I have no dog in the hunt.PLEASE RESPECT-thought might like to see the Trump tower in Panama. http://ow.ly/SiNIa http://ow.ly/i/d4AIw http://ow.ly/i/d4AKR

Gratitude is an attitude. Help. MysteryS

Gratitude is an attitude. Help. MysteryShrink Series on Anger starts tomorrow.Jorge-big smile. http://ow.ly/SiqwC http://ow.ly/i/d4mFE

Why I love Mexico City! Why I wrote The

Why I love Mexico City! Why I wrote The Mercy here. Why I am a crazy person. All these people (women, too) are naked. http://ow.ly/i/d2Do1

Last MxT Standing-Stuck-La Merced traffi

Last MxT Standing-Stuck-La Merced traffic-I wrote about this-The Mercy. http://ow.ly/S86cq http://ow.ly/S86TE http://ow.ly/i/cZdl7

How Important am I in the Universe? The

How Important am I in the Universe?
The M family was in my office to address problems with the sixteen-year-old son. The son—let’s call him Jack—was bumping up against the rules in school and at home. The ballooning well-being of hormone-laced adolescence had Jack on a cloud looking down on everyone who wasn’t Jack. Many of his clashes happened because he was locked in the delusion that he should say everything that crossed his mind.
One of Jack’s collisions with reality was with a policeman during the issuing of a ticket for traveling at over 100 miles per hour on the freeway. I had the privilege to be in court when arrangements were worked out. I’ve shared the experience as you may know someone who needs to hear what this wise judge had to say.
Jack: “Judge, what you need to understand is that it was 3 o’clock in the morning, no one was on the freeway, my car is tuned to hold the road at high speeds, and my baseball coach says my reflexes are the best he’s ever seen.”
The Judge: “First, sir, it seems you’ve made a fundamental mistake. You think this court hearing is about you. This is a public court with the task of serving not just you and the other fast pitching young baseball players. This court, like the roads, is designed and built to serve the community.
The roads are there for the tired mother with kids crying in carseats, for older people who drive slower, for people with disabilities using adaptive automobiles, the landscaper with the rickety trailer a bit unsteady behind his ancient, but legal, pickup truck. The roads are there for use by school buses and clumsy trash pickup trucks, for shuttles to the university, fire trucks and ambulances.
The world is not here for your entertainment. I am assessing the maximum fine with a community service option. Because you are here with a lawyer and your parents I assume it would not be a family hardship to pay the fine. For your sake, sir, I hope they do not.”

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“I’m telling you, the pig did it. The

“I’m telling you, the pig did it. The pig you see here turns into a monster when you leave the room.” http://ow.ly/RF66M http://ow.ly/i/cKpCZ