Awkward Moment

So my neighbor discovered that I had been "borrowing" his wireless Internet access for the last several years and he went ahead and password protected his Internet. I know, I'm a little annoyed about this as well. Everyone else in my neighborhood is not as giving with their Internet and they all password protect it.

It's not as easy as "borrowing" cable. I'm currently in an Internet Cafe on 14th street that I believe is a front for something that is going on upstairs. There is only one computer here and it was built in the 1980's. I'm using a dial up modem... The paint on the walls is peeling and there is some commotion going on upstairs. Men in flannel shirts come in with their shirts tucked in, but leave disheveled. I believe I'm in a Brothel Internet Cafe... What a concept.

I should be back up next Monday unless the phone company keeps me waiting which they probably will.

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo

In the meantime: Tequila