Stupid Mexico is For Jerks.

I hate this place.



I’m not just saying that because my wife has expressed jealousy that she’s not here, this whole area is just awful. It’s been the worst week of my life and I want to get out of here. Just look at some of the shit I’ve had to put up with in the last 7 days.



Stupid ocean.





This area’s home to some of the largest coral reefs in the world. I hate it.



Stupid hammock.





Hammocks suck so bad you have a hard time staying awake in them.



Stupid swing chair.





At La Buena Vida, the bar stools are swings and there’s tree houses you can sit in and order drinks by lowering a bucket down on a rope. The food and drinks are super tasty and affordable and the staff is friendly. I hate it.



Pfft.





Building stupid sandcastles on a stupid picturesque beach. Whatever.



Stupid pool.





Hanging out at the pool behind the Casa Del Sol with my friends. Not my idea of fun.



The waterfall's loud.





Hanging out in the backyard of Casa Del Sol, the five bedroom house we’ve been staying at. There’s a pool and waterfall in the backyard and a path leading to a stupid lagoon where you can swim with a bunch of tropical fish or whatever. The Grateful Dead used to stay here or something. I hate it. There’s too many kitchens.



Who has fun drinking?





Drinking with my friend Chris. You can get a decent bottle of rum here for like 7 bucks. Booze has been flowing freely in the house and we’ve had parties almost every night. It sucks.



I can’t wait until this festival’s over. I hate comedy.

Some Pictures From My Phone!

So I got Punch-Out! for the Wii and was all set to do a blog about how incredibly racist it is (the Lisa Lampanelli “it’s okay because I’m racist towards all races” racism) but after a bit of googling I found that it was pretty well worn territory.

Seriously after I TKO'd Piston Hondo I'm surprised he didn't pull out a fucking katana and commit seppuku.




Well, since that horse has been beaten to death here’s some pictures from my phone!



Master hypnotist and Boris Karloff impersonator Brad Garrett!

It’s like the photographer asked him to do a big line of coke right before the picture was taken.


Actual size.

I walked up to it and a british guy with a bowtie stepped out and asked if I wanted to travel with him.



MISMATCHED STEAK KNIFE WOLVERINE!




Fucking creepy.

At a friend’s house. Creepy as hell but wait! There’s more! Let’s zoom in on this.


Oh shit.

He’s reaching for the knife!


Sex-Murder is the worst kind of murder. Murder by sex.

I saw this on the magazine rack at Savers. It’s like if episodes of Law and Order: SVU were written by the people who worked on The Weekly World News. I kind of regret not buying them but I doubt anybody’s snatched up those literary treasures.


The Cover for my new detective novel, "The Mystery of the Murderous Mariachi Mannequin".

At least he’s not a sex-murderer. I hope.


If you’d like to see what I was taking phone pics of in 2006, check out this old myspace blog!