Lately

I went to Torreon last weekend. My family were an amicable group of people. I don't really remember their names, except that the daddy was Jorge and so were his sons - I called them Jorgito and Jorgote to make things less confusing. The mother was sad to lose us as we left, I could tell, but it didn't quite hit me the same because I had spent most of my time in the house making friends with the bathroom, thanks to something that I ate at a taqueria. I had my first basketball game the other day and it was alright even though I only played for thirty seconds and culled a foul in my first 10. I have no idea how to act in team bball, I have lost all my skill. My profundity shows more in 1-on-1 or small-team games where every man is allowed a little more freedom and space and personality, where a fumble is less costly to the play. Regardless, I know have a sick hook and grasshopper legs when it comes down to it. I'm boggling my noggin trying to analyze my strategies and find solutions for these newfound neuroticisms. The weather is getting right chilly, and they tell me soon the poor thermometer is going to bottom out. Rotary has outfitted me with a stylish pallid jacket bearing my name and the mexican flag - a free gift! The rotary here gives and gives. In other news, terrorism is at an all time low in my house.