Letter to Enrique

Hi Enrique,

it has been a most amazing time for me since we got back from Guadalajara, and let me first say that NO ONE'S errors in judgment or action matter a wit, if they press on to victory, and as i've stated many times, i have no choice as the alternative for me would be death. (Strange but true: my computer refuses to make a capital "i" this morning.) Anyway, my phone, too, was stolen out of the car, or earlier, out of my black bag. i put it there after it refused to send a text message Saturday night (although it did NOT indicate i had no more text credit). if it was stolen by someone hell-bent to buy crack, well, so what! i dare say you get my implications about the honesty of crack-heads and their capacity to be controlled by "devils," even without their conscious knowledge.

i believe Cornelio (Alfredo) is back in town. i'm sure i saw him (or at least the Ford Windstar i bought him) drive slowly by my apartment shortly before dawn this morning. And earlier, as soon as i reached my apartment door last night, the "actual" downstairs landlord showed up looking for the rent (i think), but his English was non-existent, so i'd like you to help me as a translator here at my apartment at 6:00 this evening, if possible. His showing up is additional proof that "Corney Collins" got my message, he's remorseful, and he wants to make amends. Praise Jesus!!!! This should all prove interesting beyond measure, given the excessiveness of the rent, the location of the "landlord" being across the Tunel Highway from where you live (when Corney and i initially signed a lease and paid the rent/deposit). i'm sure all will work out with ease, but i do need a translator's help, please.

As to that idiot, Hector, he ought to just admit the jig is up and turn himself in before he guarantees he's hung from the gallows. His godson Fernando made the mortal error of BRAGGiNG to me that Hector had made a lot of errors on the road through "his" property and the bridge on the way to San Sebastian del Oeste. No shit!!! The road has constant landslides and the bridge is multiply warped already, far more than Henry Flagler's bridges connecting the Keys have warped over the years. And while Flagler didn't have the complexity Hector had to deal with, Hector had more than sufficient technology and theory to make a damn good road and bridge. i'd bet my bottom dollar that the problem that caused the Chunnel to be closed a while, recently, can be blamed on Hector. i strongly suggest that all engineering projects he has had a hand in around the world be iMMEDiATELY checked for major design flaws and a system to destroy or close them whenever Hector so desires. He's absolutely the Devil incarnate, as far as i can tell.

i won't bother going into the internet, computer, and email problems i've had since i first reported his true nature. Let's just say they have come back in avengeance, and they DON'T require a KNOWN internet connection to occur, as long as i'm in range of any network via wi-fi, whether or not i can connect to it. Yeah, the gig is up.

i'd like to take a brief moment for some gratitude. Thank God for the Pet Shop Boys. i'll leave it that simple for now. And also for Elton John. i've always known i'd know Elton personally someday, and it's getting closer. He played at Tommy Kenan's The Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach at Rush Limbaugh's staging of a wedding. in America, innkeepers are not allowed to discriminate about whom they accept as guests. i just feel sorry for the help and all the trouble they must have had to go through to keep from getting infected when they cleaned up all the drug paraphernalia left behind by Rush's guests! And God bless Elton for KNOWiNG that music saves us all eventually, and he had no cause to refuse Rush's request. He did service (as he has ALWAYS done).

And bless our new friends that we met at lunch yesterday! Who can't love a grizzled old Mexican cowboy who brags about his 16 sons (most of whom now live legally in Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan, and illinois -- all states associated with my childhood development). And that he's looking for a fine woman who can give him four more sons so he can be in the Guinness Book of Records!!! He is MY kind of man! i have to say, though, that offering to sell us 30x30 m prime building lots near St. Sebastian for only $500.00 USD each is somewhat suspect, but i won't rush to judgment.

And then there is the other guy who knows many people who are personal friends of Elizabeth Taylor, and claims there is already a movement afoot to have a Tennessee Williams/John Ford/ Night of the iguana festival in town soon, and Liz can be convinced to come. This is RiGHT up my alley! i just loved that as we spoke, he and i were spontaneously caused to shout repeatedly (like a couple of Jihadists) GOD IS GREAT!!! And i prefer your idea to mine, that atop that mountain there, where one can see the ocean many kilometers away, that a center to treat drug additions be built. Know it and it is yours. i definitely see you as the director.

As to the request that i help find a sister-city for San Sebastian del Oeste in the United States, i think that given that that town was once the primary source of silver and gold wealth in Mexico and is now the town of (or at least hometown of) the still-living author of the Mexican Encyclopedia, Chapel Hill would be perfect, and i soon hope to enlist my friends John and Tommy at The Flagler Museum to help me find the right channel to make this happen (hopefully), and to get the town and museum some financial support.

There is so much crap i had planned to discuss in this email, but i'm so over all that shit. i'm impatient and have better things to do!!! Let's get on with THE FUTURE!!!

Love to all this message reaches,
Scott