Writer's Block

So what the hell should I write, I honestly don't know, I feel that I have to truly get started writing that story that is at the back of my mind, but I don't know where to start, and I have been procrastinating, because I don't have a computer, and I will be buying one soon, in a month or so I should have one already, a nice notebook by apple, yay, but that doesn't mean I can't start writing now............... I just don't know where to start, and what story to start putting down, I know it will be in English, just because it will be easier to get publish something here in Denver if it isn't in Spanish, ( though, you never know ).
I have a rather dark character in mind for a story, and I am a little concerned that I will have to go to a bad place in my mind, to get the proper fuel for the story, but then again, it is not an autobiography, so, maybe I don't have to, hhhhmmm complicated this life is.
What I do know, is that I need to write something good enough to get published, something that will actually become a book, and as such, it will sell, but I don't even know what way to go. How do I pull this out of my ass? That is the question.
I also have an idea about a pimp, a made up autobiography, or should I say, the biography of a made up character, it is a very peculiar pimp by the way, I got the idea from an ex co-worker, and it is brilliant, thanx "K".
So if you have any suggestions, let me know, ( that includes you Megan ), and hopefully I will have something down soon, later.

Just so you know.

Windows SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back in Denver

It is strange to go back "home" when I actually went home for a vacation, I visited the city where I ended my adolescence and entered adulthood, I visited the town I grew up in, and everything was so familiar and yet so different.
Fortunately I was able to see old friends, people I had not seen in ages, people I went to school with, for what seems like forever, forever ago, and I see things getting prettier, getting dirtier, getting bigger, just like us, just like the people the towns and cities are made of, I now am truly aware of the fact that I am a wanderer, that I am neither from here or from there, I guess I am from everywhere. And though it is true that, I have set up base here in Denver, I know it is temporary, I know that as soon as I get a good opportunity, I will leave, Europe calls, Miami awaits, South America is a must, and home, well, home is where the heart is, so I will make the world my home, I am a citizen of the world, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Cab

Apparently Denver has one of the worst systems available for dispatching taxis, I waited for a cab for an insane amount of time, so long actually, that I forgot what I had in my mind for this post, FUCK, anyway, a big middle finger to the lame ass system Denver has for its cabs.

Okay, This just made me laugh

It's silly, that is why I like it, so I share it with you guys.

Homecomming

Going home is always exciting and strange, I grew up in a turistic town, and the growth it's had in the last few years is astonishing, the kids are married, the grown ups are now officially old, people are dead, and the tourism is booming, so the international supply for the international demand, has kept up, so of course the amount of specialty everything ( clothing, food, classes ) has increased impressively, but the quantity of girls with great asses doesn't seem to have changed.
I thought globalization would have included that by now, oh well.