amoral omnivores born of the suburban vacuum

i left the book on the bus, but not before i got to that line, which is in fact just about the last line i read in the book, and its soooo good that i guess its ok. i think that abt sums it up.

so i am getting ready for re-entry, doing tests to check that all systems are functioning, getting in touch with people, eating pringles, preparing in whatever small way i can to return to the heart of the dragon. fortunately it is summer so people are not going to be ghostly white, which can really honest to god be damn scary.

been riding around plenty lately, racking up the miles. today made it to trujillo another phenomenally beautiful spot, seriously just sugary nipples and chocolate. saw a sign off the side of the road into town for a casa alemania, which seemed worth checking out so i am set up there for the nite with gunter, a friendly single middle aged germanic looking and sounding dude who gots himself a nice if somewhat lonely life, and the only other guy staying there is a hondureño from a few towns away here on work but nice guy, took me into town on his motorbike to show me around, with the hope that i could bring home a bunch of ravenous gals dying to do it, you know how those gringas are, just gots to speak english right, well he drops me off and heads to his AA meeting and i chat up this nice looking girl, i under the pretext of looking for ice cream and so she says yeah she knows the town well lived here for 8 yrs i can get ice cream arond the corner, and i ask why she left and she says because her husband died here and well so looks like ill be solo tonite.