the hiatus ends: When the going gets weird...Gonzo is the only way to go

Pull up your figurative Jewish rob, my friends. Prepare for the feast, slaughter a fattened calf... for the parodical son has returned (to the blog). 

Where I have been? Lost in the comfort of home... trapped - again -  in the jaws of a new routine or is the same routine? Have I regressed? Certainly, I have been reading too much Hunter S. Thompson. I am no longer in control of my thoughts... Johnny Depp narrates my every move, and the paranoid, imagination of Hunter's gibberish has seeped too deep into psyche. 

My mornings vary like track runners on staggered start. Afternoons no longer exist, and the evenings creep up like killers in a slasher movie. I know 3 a.m. is lurking around every corner... so why do I jump when it pops up every night? 

Do not misunderstand. The hiatus was necessary. You cannot live and plan life simultaneously. (texting while driving has been proven dangerous, but not by me). The time has not been wasted. THE PLAN is ALIVE. The paper work has been filed. Fade in... Cue the introduction. Pull back the red curtain. Everyone into starting positions. Fade in, I said! 

Smash the cell phone. There is nothing left to text, L.O.L and B.R.B are no longer adequate abbreviations to describe the situation. We need the music of long run-on sentences.  Only unedited, stream of consciousness ramblings will capture the coming events. Turn the key in the ignition. Let the engine hum, watch the exhaust billow into the cool March night, ease your foot onto the petal and watch the odometer rise in perfect sync with your pulse. I am off, and you are along for the ride. 

The facts 

• March 19 (thursday) I leave for the Florida Keys to bronze (or redden) my white Ohio skin for the Brazilian photons of light. 
• Return to Ohio March 24 to clean my cloths and make final preparations. 
• April 10. please fasten your seat beats for 12 hours... Brazil is just around the bend.
• Return to Ohio July 28. 
• Unknown date in the future... to Portland. 
  

The Daily Reports will be daily again, I promise. For now, let me leave you with words from the man who inspired my return to the key board...

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. - HST

The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. -HST

Watch Me. The Voice inside My Head.

BUY THE TICKET.
TAKE THE RIDE.
gerbs & hunter s. thompson