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Wow I got an email yesterday from Eddie the gringo telling me he had a job for me full time in Chula Vista with the company where he works they print instant literature for businesses and groups who want promotional and informational literature and well, I jumped at it and started the very next day, that is, today - 19 de mayo 2004 61st day of Spring 1st day of the Moon 48th year of the Space Age.

It is quite strange to slip back into the working world on the other side, back in the U.S. back in the U.S. back in the U.S.of.A.  Like an old pair of comfy shoes I slip back into the roles I left five years ago to seek life of a poet artist on the frontier and at last I will be able to afford going out to Some CONCERTS gol-dang-it (Oh Wraptaur, we humans are)

Slip back into the comfy old shoes and all the usual office and warehouse bilevel cultural class structure and of course there are a lot of Mexicans working there and mmmmm it is so comfortable to be able to chat and

Well, to slip back into the usual complaints about management keeping all the money heh heh some things never change, both the keeping and the talking heh

period.  It only takes about forty five minutes to get to work, not bad, considering I have to cross the border gate and take a bus and then the trolley

And outside the warehouse and office is a view of the San Diego Bay, where the water shines and

What can I say, thank you Eddie for telling me and recommending me and thank you refried David for introducing me a while ago to Eddie and telling him yes, if he ever has an opening he should consider me and thank you gringo for considering me even though I change the names to protect the guilty you know who we are and who they are and thank you thank you thank you

even if you are a bit intense

Just a bit.

NOW JUST just get your butt out of the bar and on line... oh shut up, Daniel.

So anyway this evening I come back to Tijuana exhausted after a long day hustling boxes of pamphlets and booklets around and shipping them out and stagger through the streets my feet aching but my back not too bad Thank God for small mercies.  I stagger into the internet cafe on Second Street, before heading home to Tere in Otay.  As you can imagine she is delighted I have a real job instead of just starving poet role playing and hoping for translations and maybe English students none have come to my classes and now I will not be having the classes any more...

But the translation I will continue I can do that in the evening and

speaking of which leaving off the capital letter because I want this sentence to leap across "paragraphs" heh speaking of which the book on John Kenneth Turner that Luisa and I translated for a researcher at the Colegio de Mexico in D.F. is finally being published, well... "finally" means maybe sometime this year heh heh but first we have to sign the official contract and mail five copies and oh my God bureaucrats thank God I am working now for private industry and hey, "IT's Art" we make... mmm

I am exhausted and must look forward into spending all my days working for someone else BUT But but what do I care I have a job and will keep writing every evening here or in Nueva Tijuana.  And in another few weeks I will finally be able to pay David back for those beers he bought me and Tere and that will be sweet.  We can even all go out to eat Argentine yes together.

But for now I am going home, thank you.  Yes, thank you.

By the way, refriedgringo is fine.  As I say I Ran into him and changed his name.  Read between the lines here except that now I am starting to repeat myself and deliberate whether what who you.

I AM SEMI-FICTIONAL yes, not fictional; that way this way I can tell you all the dirt AND Make Some Up, too... because all fiction is based in truth and all truth is shared here with you names changed.  Diary.blog yes.

Well, with you and the wraptaur too - not apo strophe remember