inglorious wanderer

First, I was fucked up, But then I plucked myself! A plucked up  transplant from the Third World. Jumping! The photo was uploaded by Djeline on Facebook on June 7, 2010. It was taken during a hike with Djeline and Marissa at the Coyote Hills Regional Park in Fremont. I was visiting Bay Area to meet with former classmates in college for the first time. It was a happy event that would be repeated. "Jump!" Djeline commands. The shutter clicks!  I have this feeling that the most people who jump while being photographed are flips like me. Plucked from a Third World country. It all started from the ground. Bloom where you are planted. Not for me. Bum where you are planted. It's more like it. For me. The first post was a one sentence description of a newly germinated gourd. Titled unplucked and dated 7/18/2010. I have always referred to myself as a transplant, sometimes, a nomad. The very first blog post was in 2005. I have just been plucked from the Third World...

I learned my lesson the hard way  on the trails  to a Cuyamaca Peak. I will never go hiking again right after spending 12.5 hours with Ayyeddis Vahkkendjaab. I practically ruined Kelly's hike and would always be remembered as the SOB who ruined Kelly  hike. This SOB was too ashamed to even apologize to the event host.  Yep, this SOB dumb ass was a pha khin party pooper. I was warned by my babe days before the hike. I was thinking of picking-up Tanya, the hippie hiker who does not drive. I first hiked with her at the Santa Margarita River trails in Fallbrook. Richard told me I should not even be hiking either. An umbrella insurance would not cover a good deed gone wrong he reminded me. I did not argue. Besides my driving skills being basic and moronic, I did not want to be driving anyone other than myself right after spending 12.5 hours with Ayyeddis Vahkkendjaab. Yep, too much of a liability and my insurance only pays for me. I deleted from my phone...