Negril is better than ever! I am here, and I am having a GOOD time!

[gerryg123]

So we go to Mi Yard, we have a little snack -- we went Dutch, lol -- and I had those fried bread sticks, can't remember what they're called, 'fanstastc' or something -- and the dude next to me, an American from South Dakota staying at Tigress -- he suggests to add a likkle onion, kind of like onion bread, and ya baby that hit the spot.

We were also hangin with another guy who by chance looked exactly like Bob Marley. He tells me his ganja is so good that he's been on the cover of High Times, not once but twice. We smoke up, dude rolls small joints for someone who looks like Bob Marley, and we laugh about that ... the less intimidated you are with locals, the better, cause they can sense it. Most have never met a guy like me, a guy who has really been around, has an air of confidence about him. I get along really well with locals, I call them out on their BS, and they remember me -- Gerry from Los Angeles. Ya mon.

Anyway, I take Tweety home, she gives me a big kiss goodbye, she has lips so luscious it's like kissing Naomi Campbell. God I love this town!

So now I am like wide awake, it's like 430 a.m., and so I say WTF, I will cruise past Seastar Inn into the hills. I went all the way up, hit the gas, leaned into the curves (I been up and down that hill 100 times, I know every pothole by now), and by the time I pass Bantons it's REALLY REALLY dark. I don't even have my cell phone, and I'm thinking you know what? At this time in the morning, if I get a flat tire or something with no one around for miles, it ain't gonna be good.

So there was a little puppy on the road, I said hi to the puppy, then headed back. Once the puppy realizes I have no food to give her, just my affection, she loses interest. Reminds me of Scrub a dub, lol.

The sun was just coming up when I found myself back at Mi Yard for another portion of those fried bread sticks (with onion). So good. The Marley lookalike is still there, and we smoke up again. I hit the road, head toward seven mile, aint no fools out here cept me - no locals, no tourists, no cabbies, just the hotel security guys and me speeding by them in my scooter.