So for a long time I assumed I was a city boy and rarely went outside the cement box of the cities.

Dive bars, 24 hour Mexican Taco Joints, women of ill repute, strip joints, places where people were probably murdered or OD at...Just for fun.

I'm old, so my heroes growing up were Whiskey drinking private eyes, war journalists and photographers.

I liked the Pulp Fiction, Sleazy, Red Light type of areas where illicit gambling happened and where men still fist fought not pulled out knives and guns for absolutely nothing.

Then about 15 years I decided that if I kept at it all I'd be is some old drunk banging old ladies, pretending to be 😎, but not doing anything long term.

Yet another old fucker talking about my "Glory Days."

So I started looking for an out of Society?  The Rat Race?  The Bullshit?  The Drama?

Whatever you want to call it.

Flipped it and went from one extreme to another and now live on the outskirts of the jungle in what some might call a "compound" on the Yucatan Peninsula.

With my (8) dogs, my girlie for half the year, as I construct a very odd house.

I miss junk food often, but otherwise I rarely miss being a "City Boy."

I walk my dogs on this huge field surrounding me, sit at my gate with a drink sometimes listening to the crickets, watching the fireflies and twinkling stars...UNTIL my Sworn enemies come and bite me...Cus fuck 🦟 🦟 🦟!

Why am I so damn delicious to them?

Anyhoooooo, here the most drama I get is the dogs being naughty and digging up my garden or running short on materials or arguing with my Fat Dog Lola that she already ate dinner.

I eat healthy fresh fruits, veggies and meat, drink water from my well...I sleep well.

No one is blasting music late at night, there's no graffiti, there's no homeless screaming at people on the corner, nor dudes looking to fight for retarded reasons.

It's just mellow.

My workers are 100% Mayan and we break bread often...I plan they build.

My girl just went back to Cali and within a day... Brother is back to using hard drugs, Mother is depressed because she's now retired and bored, relatives hitting her up for small loans because they somehow cannot stop eating out, ordering Starbucks basically bad money management.

Fuck all dat.

Never realized how nice it is to be apart from society.

I knew about it, but today I FEEL IT.

So I'll happily keep building for tomorrow.

Don't be like me and wait to discover peace is better than action.

That shit comes and goes.

90% of relationships have become Toxic, Time/Emotional Traps or Boring.

Find your niche and roll with it.

Don't need to own or buy anything.

Just have a small place/corner in your house that's just for you...Just for YOU. 🫵

NOT the family's or shared...Yours.

It can make all the bullshit seem meaningless.

Anywhoo, working on my roof and my Fat Dog approves and that's all that matters.