...like Dali

New York is always a strange place for me. I always do some “discovery” about myself when I’m there. I’m not sure why. The drive down was easy, but coming back to Syracuse was painful. My butt still hurts, sort of.
I think I’m just going to go cañari on how the hell I am supposed to rent my apartment in Quito! What a pain in the ass.
My uncle died yesterday. The worst part about that was calling my aunt and talking to her. I had to give her the “ he is with God now” line. She is a catholic. I mean, what the hell are you supposed to say to someone whose husband just died? I remember when my friend Gabo died. It felt weird because I was one of the guys that were in the river with him when he drowned/fell. People were approaching me and telling me how sorry they were for my loss? What the fuck! I did not loose anything. I was actually glad that Julio pulled me out of the water on time. I did loose Gabo, but that’s alright. He is fine. Sometimes I still wonder about him. What if he wore a helmet that day? What if he listened to us? Would he be here right now? What if you could live five minutes ahead in time?
Death is such a funny thing. The skulls are always laughing at us. Lets see how this works in English: “ Please let me know if you are coming. I’m not scared of you, I just want to dress up” That’s Charly Garcia by the way.
Why so many weird little things occupy my mind lately?
This entry is not making sense at all. I’m starting to sound like Dali. “If you understand…. I have failed”. How pretentious of me, like Dali.