Sunset session somewhere south of the gringosphere...

I'm not in Nicaragua anymore, but I've entertained the idea of flying back for another three months. I feel like the golden-age of Nicaragua is happening without me while I'm stuck in gringo-vile. It's like being in the mid-west back when hip-hop was cool.

Get it now people. Go now before it's too late. Soon, every magazine will run full-length features on Mama Nica and the country will be overrun by land-hungry gringos and smelly tourist/backpack/surf nazis.

Go now while the gold rush is still in it's infant phase. The pure life is still half pure, for now...

Before I make any decisions, I'm waiting to see what becomes of a job query with the OC Weekly. I was particularly captivated by their ad that read: "High-energy atmosphere, non-corporate work environment."

That means no suit! Hopefully no cubicle either. That would really suck.