Hey guys, prompt rebound post from me, I´m only paying one dollar for an hour of wi fi here at some mall. Tonight i´m going out with my dad to see sme live performance somewhere in Quito, he´s on the third level of the mall drinking tea with some buddy while i ran down one floor to get some more blog loving in. Taxi cab drivers here are the ballsiest mother fuckers ever, I swear the last guy I took almost ran over a lady in a wheelchair only because he didn´t want to slow down. On a sad note my mom comes from a family of nine and last night while we were visiting the beautiful churches in the city, some bum came up to us asking for money, he looked totally drugged out and had one nano of sense inside of him, but my younger sister starts to cry next to me, while we´re in the car behind my moms car, so I turn to her and ask what the problem was? It so happens that the guy that walked up to us was one of my mom´s brothers who´s been a drug addict for over ten years, and not to mention homeless. His immediate family has done everything to help him clean up his act and sober up but every attempt has failed. My aunt explaiend to me that all the family takes turns going down to the center of the city to check up on him and give him food once every eight days. I guess they still love him as family should but he is so way fucked up I understand how sad the feeling must have been for my mom to see him. She didn´t cry during the ordeal or look away from him, she simply asked her brother to step away from the car. After that I couldn´t go to sleep thinking about what my mom must have felt but seeing her deal with it helped me understand that she´s made peace with the whole situation and doesn´t hate her brother.
That´s all for now.
I miss my bed mate
here´s a picture of the church I visisted at night.
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