Mi dinero por Fernando, Avions de Canada, y los Estados Unidos

Last Friday, i paid off my student loans. I gave Federal Student Aid a fifteen-minute-long middle-fucking-finger. So now i am free of the bonds of endless indebtment for my choice of education, which was totally all wrong for me, except for the fact that it allowed a sort of career which in turn allowed me to pay off my indebtful student loans in less than a decade. Wicked circles.

I am still needing to pay mom and dad their contributions, which equal lots of dollars per month until we are all dead, but at least that debt is cordial and we share blood and there is not thousands and thousands of dollars in horrific interest. My RIT-infested prime-grade education will haunt me forever, and now it is too late for me to ever be a graphic artist or a historian or a hiphop phenom.

Tragedy abounds.

But then i still had money left, Somehow, so i am giving large sums to Air Canada, and more large sums to a dude named Fernando, who lives in Argentina. The idea is, Air Canada will fly me to Argentina, on Christmas Day, because avion precios are a cool eight grand one day earlier or later.



And once in Argentina, i will wander los caminos looking feliz naviDECREPIT, peering into frosty summertime Latin American windows, as un-gringo families exchange truly heartfelt gifts and greetings de la estación. But no one will want to have their holiday disturbed by a creepy gringo, and so i will make a sword and helmet out of wood, and run down the vacant main caminos shouting "¡Soy el amo de Buenos Aires! ¡Escuche mí, a los dioses y a diosas!"

And then Fernando will send his "representative", and i will join in with a group of amigos, or perhaps just conocidos, and we will have large backpacks and we will wander the mountains and conquer glaciers and streams, and all of Patagonia shall be laid waste, figuratively, with our feelings de elación. And we will do this for three weeks even though i am bound to be tired of it after one.

And then we will reach the southern tip of the southern America - the end of the world! Unless you want to carry on to Antarctica, which would mean you are a asno mudo maldecido. Which also means that you would be a goddamn jackass.

The southern tip of South America will be a grandiose place to have conquered, because i think that it is the most significant sharp point that any of the continents have, except maybe for that wicked jagged part on the north shore of Australia.



If the continents were made of wood, then South America would be the easiest one to wield like a club. That is something that tha S.A. gots going for it, bitches.

And by the time i get back home, i will be thirty and there will be razón muy pequeña de la continuar con vida.