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Introduction	Who I am doesn’t matter. You don’t care. Most people don’t know who they are. They just knew who they were. And who they were was the job they did until they got fired or didn’t want to do it anymore. Nine months after Mommy and Daddy screwed, they called what fell out “Jim.” We’ll go with that. I live in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, and have for twenty years for no good or apparent reason except living is cheap and the weather is dead solid perfect and I wanted to flee the empire. I arrived here with a wife in 2001 and lost her along the way. I wrote a newspaper column in the 90’s titled “Report Ffom The Front.” Was fun, cathartic, and edgy. Time for another go at offending the maximum number of deadheads in a minimum number of words. Posts will be titled and dated and include tales, mostly lies mixed with just enough truth to make you wonder, thoughts, and conversations for those who can take reality without whining, screaming, or otherwise fleeing. Comment if you wish and try to say something reasonably intelligent. Let’s do this . . .

Introduction

Who I am doesn’t matter. You don’t care. Most people don’t know who they are. They just knew who they were. And who they were was the job they did until they got fired or didn’t want to do it anymore. Nine months after Mommy and Daddy screwed, they called what fell out “Jim.” We’ll go with that. I live in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, and have for twenty years for no good or apparent reason except living is cheap and the weather is dead solid perfect and I wanted to flee the empire. I arrived here with a wife in 2001 and lost her along the way. I wrote a newspaper column in the 90’s titled “Report Ffom The Front.” Was fun, cathartic, and edgy. Time for another go at offending the maximum number of deadheads in a minimum number of words. Posts will be titled and dated and include tales, mostly lies mixed with just enough truth to make you wonder, thoughts, and conversations for those who can take reality without whining, screaming, or otherwise fleeing. Comment if you wish and try to say something reasonably intelligent. Let’s do this . . .