…is getting started.
That applies to writing, and virtually every other task you deem too hard before you get around to doing it.
But that applies especially to writing. Like writing your bosses from your old company a Happy New Year email. So easy! But SO HARD TO GET STARTED.
Anyways, I’ve written them now. It only took 5 mins.
Why was it so hard to get started, I wonder? Well, likely due to the fact that I was rotting away in Chicago, dying from boredom, unable to find inspiration anywhere. Right before I left the country (one sec), I found a good replacement for Starbucks, in terms of being able to go there with a computer and get shit done. Wanna know where that was?
A cigar shop. Called Casa de… Cigarillos? I don’t know the name. But every time I would go there, it was me, and… a bunch of black guys playing dominoes. I asked them: why can this place be open, and none of the bars or restaurants can be? You know what they said?
Because we sued the state...
AND WE WON.
Whoa, look at the balls on these guys!
Anyways, it was great, and I got to a point where I could go there and smoke a cigar and NOT vomit. Tolerance-wise. That was if I’d smoke the poor man’s cigar, a 4$ one. One time I tried to upgrade and got a longer cigar, 11$. Guess what happened? I was drunk driving–with my body! Hitting walls and shit.
Anyways.
Hope you’re all well. I think I’ll be writing a bit more. You know why? That muse I was looking for–I’ve found it. As I suspected, it wasn’t to be found in Chicago. It was out there, somewhere in the world. That place just so happened to be Bogota, Colombia. My former home of one year.
Honestly, when I lived here, I had quite mixed opinions. One one hand, the food was wack (compared to other S. American cusine), it’s cold, and this city has the goddamned WORST transportation on earth. The “Transmilenio,” which is Spanish for “Bus that rapes you in your asshole.” There were also some really shiesty people to be found in Bogota.
On the other hand, I met some of the best, sweetest, and most sincere friends during my time here. The landscape is pretty stunning, with a gorge of lush mountains sitting at the east end of the city. The people speak Spanish very sing-song-edly, and it’s nice to listen to.
Oh yeah, and lest I mention the GIRLS.
[Swoons]
My experience with the girls is limited, as I got married two months into me moving here. But I can say, from a leisurely stroll down the calle earlier today, that EVEN WITH THEIR MASKS ON, the girls are the best I’ve seen in the world.
Looks-wise.
When you get to know them, you gotta pray they aren’t thieves or have daddy issues, which is unfortunately something I’ve never been able to avoid.
But anyways! I’m here now. I’m probably going to be a fugitive for the SECOND time in this country, since my totally legit corona test that I took Friday in Chicago is “not recognized” as a real test. Since, you know, it’s not a “PCR” test. Since the PCR test is the only one in the world that governments are willing to recognize.
Sounds a little bit like a conspiracy. A junior conspiracy, if you will.
Hey now, look at that! Look at all this writing, that just flooded through me, seamlessly. Wasn’t as hard as I foresaw it being. And all it took was starting, with a few words.
I encourage you all in 2021 to start. Whatever it is you endeavor to do. Start! Some weird shit, you’ve been dreaming of doing for a long time, that you didn’t have the balls to do. START!
And have a happy year! I predict you’ll hear a bit more from me, more than one blog every 6 weeks.
But no promises.
Saludos de Colombia!
Ciao!
