Short short line at customs.
BUT, i forgot to go threw the line with a man customs agent...they just flirt, no questions. I get a woman, ugh. questions questions.
#1 what is the purpose of your visit.?
crazy a$$ answers are swirling in my head....i REALLY wanted to say "to smuggle ganja back to the states" (ha, best not)
#2 where are you staying ?
(i tell her a hotel name. question for ya....does it really matter if ya tell them ya staying with friends ? )
#3 wheres your reciept for your room ?
(don't have one, friend coming tomorrow has it)
i'm then told next time to have a copy with ME.
#4 how much money do you have ? WTH.....????
#5 do you have friends in jamaica ? again...WTH.
finally....STAMP STAMP and i'm outta there.
First stop, the bar to lite up a smoke and grab a beer. AHHHHHHHHH vacation has begun !!!!
My ride has arrived and hes smiling ear to ear. On our ride home i'm informed of his half brother dying and next week he be buried.
M has lost 2 brothers within 3 short weeks
I have never met the stepbrother (Lionhead) but have met his brother (Trousers) which was buried the week of my daughters wedding.
We arrive home and M shows me that Trousers will always be in the yard....theres a tree at sunset that shows Trousers profile. Not sure if you can make it out, but we can. Trousers wore his hair in ponytail, with a little bit of a goatee on chin.
as you look at this photo, profile is looking to the right.