A MEMORY OF A HOUSE I LIVED AT IN OAXACA, MEXICO

A MEMORY OF A HOUSE I LIVED AT IN OAXACA, MEXICO

I TOOK THE LIBERTY TO LIVE IN ABJECT POVERTY WHEN i DIDN;T HAVE TO WHILE A YOUNGER MAN. I LIVED IN A PALAPA ON THE BEACH AND COOKED OVER A FIRE IN THE CORNER OF MY SAND FLOORED ROOM. I SLEPT IN A HAMMOCK AND ATE INDIGENOUS FOODS AND SMOOTHING FOR BREAKFAST EVERYDAY AND GOT SPIRITUAL RIGHT AFTER BREAKFAST. I SPENT A LOT OF TIME IN THE HAMMOCK AND READ MANY LATIN AMERICAN POETS AND WROTE AND WROTE. I LOVED MY LIFE AND NEVER WOULD HAVE LEFT BUT FOR THE INFLUX OF TOURISTS THAT CONTINUED TO TRY AND BEFRIEND ME. I PREFERED THE MAYANS. I WAS AT PEACH AND LOVE MY LIFE. WOKE TO A LOVELY BREEZE AND BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRLS ASKING ME IF I CARED TO BUY FRESH STRAWBERRIES AND THEN FISH IN THE AFTERNOON. A LOVELY LIFE