Dispatches from The Mayan Empire

“I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, Dagon + + +  So this post is a tad unusual. Its a plea. Fuck I hate doing this kind of thing.  A plea, one I had not expected to make as for a good while everything was going fairly, mostly, well for me in financial matters. However my passport expires soon, which is only a problem since I live in a foreign country at the moment. I had the money to renew it, but my car blew out two tires in one week. One from simple fatigue by the look of it, the other one caught a bullet ricochet while I was driving with two friends in the car. It would seem we passed down the wrong street in the wrong town. It happens. It sucks, and drained my savings

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!" - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote  + + + I have been absent from this blog for a good long time now. Other things have occupied my time. My novel, basic survival, crippling depression, agonizing pain and the desperate search for some relief from it, and surely more than that. Do not think I have forgotten you, my dozens of readers. Oh no. Not a day goes by that I don't think upon this little collection of personal history and attempts at witty observations. There just never seems anything to say. Not worth putting down anyway. But here I am. Once again attempting to give my audience something to chew on while I myself go over what I write again and again hoping I'm not embarrassing myself any further.