A Song

Hi.. I'm in Bolivia right now in La Paz.. I guess I'm guilty of not updating my blog too often lately. Computers here are slow and annoying... it helps when I am capital city so I can find a really nice hotel and pretend to be a guest so I can use the internet for free... and it's fast. I finally met up with Craig and Jana in Peru and we had a wicked time hanging out at a desert oasis for several days. A wine tour, sand boarding, sand ninjas, sand yoga, late night sand fires, sand hiking, sand drinking, sand getting into my camera, sand in the beds, sand jams, sand dune buggies, and sand... you get the idea....

I got my visa to Paraguay and I will probably stay in La Paz until I got do my habitat build there on the 22nd. Halloween is tomorrow and since I already have ninja costume..

Lost in Profit

V 1
Tactics are in place
with the subject in position
here it's always been
so we just tend to listen
There once was a vision until they pulled it apart
broken but rebuilt now we're wearing the scars

CH 1
The problem that I see
pretending to be free
I still see the reigns
to which we're numb to the pain
Pounded to the ground
yet barely makes a sound
bound by the hands
working someone else's plan

Following distractions makes it take longer to feel
playing along too long and the game becomes real
and we're trapped in the wheel

V 2
When the future sees today
we're gonna seem so unknowing
how we're racing to the top
of a big burning building
There once was a vision until they pulled it apart
broken but rebuilt now we're wearing the scars

CH 2
Awaken in a trap
fighting profit on attack
now a mission of escape
compounding at the gate
Threats are filled of fear
when a revolution's near
cause evolution grows
the more we choose to know

Following distractions makes it take longer to feel
playing along too long and the game becomes real
and we're trapped in the wheel

BD
Pure intentions are lost unconscious
the main idea is lost in profit
this place is in change
so in change I will remain
no longer will I wait for something else to blame...

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Grampa Fight

I'm in Peru right now in Lima.

Last night at the hostel I met a 58 year old grandpa from Pittsburg named Barry. He is on his pention and spends less money than he makes as he travels. He was a talkative fellow in the dorm room and very friendly.

There were three of us solo travellers that decided to go for a beer.. being Friday night and all. So Grandpa Barry, a 25 year old South Korean virgin named Tommy and I (with my new mohawk) hit the square. Lima didn't see it coming.

The first drinks were in a bar that had cheesy girls that came and talked you that worked there.. then they wanted you to buy them drinks.

Next we went to the bar on the roof of our hostel. As we sat on the open window Barry started squinting and complaining... I looked over and I noticed a red light on his face. He spotted a grey haired man 150 yards away in his 60's by a fountain with a red light laser pointer. He instantly threw up two fingers to him out the window and stared at the man as the man walked away. He was pissed and had no problem telling us all about.

We finished our beer and left the bar. Immediately Barry started speed walking and got ahead of us; he was tracking his prey. We decided we should follow him incase he got into some kind of trouble. He cut across traffic and we briefly lost him down a busy strip of restaurants. When we finally caught up he had actually found the man with the laser and began to call him out of the patio for a fight.

The man confessed to having a laser pointer and then said 'so what?' Barry lost it.. snapped.. cold cocked the guy in the middle of the patio on a busy area. While Tommy and I were saying 'WTF'.. Grandpa Barry was threating this man's life and trying to chased him swinging at him as the other man was threatening to press charges..

'You assulted my with a laser you son of a bitch! That's illegal!'. Being the guy that knew him the longest I had to grab him and try to calm him down. He would pretend to calm down then all-of-a-sudden dive towards him swearing. Security had arrived tell him the cops were coming when he finally decided to leave.

When we talked with Barry afterwards he was laughing and proud that he had scared the other man. Tommy and I kinda looked awkwardly at each thinking he was nuts. Tommy and I went for a beer and Barry wanted to stay put standing at the wall and waiting for the man... we didnt wanna encourage him any further and wait.

When I got back to the hostel... there sat Barry with a completely different outfit on. He had shaved his beard and had his bags packed. Apparently he went back to try to fight the guy again. 'I'm sick of being the fucking nice guy!' Barry calmly explained. When he went back the other man, the other man had video tapped Barry barking at him and had called the cops.

Barry, who was going to stay in Lima to teach English to the children for a few months, had left the very next day.

We saw the other man on the way home from our beer.

He was okay.

Just a night out in Lima.

I'll update more soon.. just wanted to share that story..

The Meaning: Don't Barry, be happy.