I have not changed my religion. In fact I am not equipped to quite understand or follow any man made rules or regulations and therefore am a default irreligious atheist. Its just that when I take my recyclable containers to exchange for their paid value I hand them containers to a guy called Jesus. That's right. The recycle station is run by Jesus. Heysoos more like - kind of like Seuss but with a Hay in front of it (or a Hey). He is an extermely extroverted, middle-aged, Latino that loves to gamble. That is what I know about him so far. He also tries to help me with my pokito Espanol (little bit of Spanish that I claim to speak). We count the bottles together from uno to cincuenta or so. He mans the booth for around 8 hours a day for 5 days a week for the entertainment value he told me. He does not need the money he says. I have not figured out what that means. Of course it might mean that he somehow...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!