and getting out of jail.
November 1st is the day granted to those long dead to spend some time with us, and us them.
It is the annual opportunity we have to eat and drink… share… swap stories and tell them about our plans for the next year.
So we collect those around us, visit the graves and monuments where those who’ve past-on rest, then throw a party the envy of all.
All Saints, all Day.
It’s a fiesta, a tradition and a ritual.
Just make sure they’re your relatives… you’re Catholic… and you live somewhere they speak Spanish… a lot.
None of the above apply to me.
Got out last night.
makeaneffort 
November 5th, 2013 at 11:01 am
So, are you saying you have been in a Mexican jail since November 1st? Or is this some kind of metaphor? (I’m not good with metaphors.)
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November 5th, 2013 at 11:13 am
No metaphor.
But give me a minute and I might be able to turn it into one.
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November 6th, 2013 at 10:03 pm
So are you going to elaborate? I’m quite curious about what happened…
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November 7th, 2013 at 9:16 am
A guy has to have some mystery…
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November 7th, 2013 at 11:32 am
Rattlesnake, two things ya should never ask about: a prison record and a woman’s age.
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