RICHARD GERE/GRIEKO, THE ADULT.

You know when you see the evening news and they do a story on some kid abducted by a guy impersonating a police officer. Well I somehow managed to get a photo of the abduction-in-progress.

NOSEBONKERS

Yet Again, Jackson gets some love on the site. He's lucky I gave him another go at it, last time I talked to him on the phone he tried to make me feel like I was three and in a super derogitory/mocking way says, "Whatever you say or think the Guardian Angels are not cool!" OUCH, a little jab to the ribs.
I had to take a slight break from the Colombia pictures, for your sanity and my laziness.

Leather Skin.

PROOF AMERICANS ARE FATSO'S

A few months ago I posted a picture of a Queens dog eating a Snickers bar. Here you see a random Colombian mutt getting down on a freshly buttered piece of corn with some salt. I tried to give this dog one of my American Snickers but he just looked up at me and laughed.

Here the same mutt can be seen going kernel by kernel all the way down, a pro.

R. KELLY VS. PHIL COLLINS, who will throw the first blow?

You know when your eight years old and your friend (who you never see again after the age of eleven; but dont know it yet) has an older brother named Bobby, and they show you a radical spot where you can ride a Haro Master or Redline or Mongoose or Dyno down and do all these dirt bump jumps and you have the whole mud patch to yourself?
Well, all this kid had to do was ride his bike down to the main square in some small Colombian town we stopped at to get handmade lambs wool blankets for the equivalent of fifteen dollars.


And she snuggles up to her favorite little plant.

stealing chickens, getting shot

Probably my favorite human being in the world beside family and friends.
Would you mess with a gentleman who killed a couple guys stealing chickens? Colombian men can still hit a penny from 500 feet away before a morning tea and don't leave their farm for two weeks in a row.
The days are hot but not humid and the nights become frigid through the wooden cracked roof but complainers get derogatory gringo remarks and you don't know what they are saying. All I could do was keep eating and puke on a rain slicked road in front of passerby's. But shh, don't tell anyone or they'll find out some cow hoof gelatinous soup that brewed for a whole day was wasted.
All in the order of impressing this man who kept pushing more and more food onto my plate until finally I stood up and my chest, not my stomach, was pushing out.

COAL MINING

This kid was a coal miner at a ripe young age. Then the Colombian government pulled him out and said the conditions were unsafe. They re-assigned him to ornament detail.