Positive change in your life should scare you a little and
excite you a lot. With that being said, I find myself flat on my ass in
Calexico. Again. I boarded the Greyhound in Yuma and dashed the short hour trip across
the vast Mojave wasteland toward that small metropolis across from Mexicali. My
plan, such as it is, was to reside at the Guadalupe Mission for a month and conserve
money in lieu of next months pay until my eventual destination into Tijuana. I
could had continued to TJ, except I found I held insufficient funds to make the
settlement in relative comfort. An extra thousand dollars would come in handy.
When I entered the small community, I hastened through the heated,
crowded streets of overhanging arches and shuffling commuters and weary shoppers toward the
mission. Yet, I was overcome in cautious paranoia and rented a room in a hotel
which lay on the way. (I recalled the last two dives in both Yuma and Santa Fe
there was a several day wait to receive a bunk) However, that was a waste of
forty dollars, because the manager remembered me and since we acquired such a
good repoire on my last stay, I was offered a bunk without incident.
So…one month here and I will continue on to Tijuana. Maybe.
However, during my time, I plan to knock out a rough draft on that Burroughs
book. I guess I have a title, now. Faded Photographs. I like it and will run
with it.
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