He's down in Mexico...

Recent unrest in Mexico does not surprise me. You know who happens to be there. Old poster 500 that's who. I can't reveal his real identify due to the delicacy of his mission. It involves banjos, hot sauce, a reverse Alamo and deeds that are best discussed in other places on the internet than here.

He's not by himself. He has his backup with him and that's good. A voice of reason in his darkness you might say. Keeping his back covered on noisy buses and late arriving trains that stop unexpectedly in distant deserts while the passengers squat in shifting sands awaiting resumption. During these waits he palavers and mumbles in old broken Spanish while the Indians clutch holy relics till they all continue on together down parallel tracks to destinations near and far.

He will be back. He will read all this. He will feel tingles that only come from having his cover blown. He will have stories he tells and stories he does not tell. Then he will go down again and do it all over. Those dreamers just think they have the border sealed. Yesterday was his birthday, he is riding a high horse right now with Day of the Dead trinkets hanging everywhere.