The old saying of “the monkey on your back”
takes a whole new meaning.
Several
years ago, during the beginning of what would become sort of an ongoing (well, at least it has until this moment… don’t
know about the future though…) pursuit in the “007 like” world of private
independent investments, I came to know several folk who populated my life,
much like a fungus populates a wet piece of old, rotting wood…
Hmmm…
come to think about this, not a good, nice start for an entry. But then, that
is the way it was. I also know that along the way, it would also be my fate to
become a “fungus” in someone else’s daily affairs, I guess… so, it kind of
evens out.
Thinking
back about my initial steps into this shadowy world of “independent investments”,
vague shapes and memories of confused and confusing human beings begin to take
form and come out of a never ending murky fog. And never ending it has been. At
every turn, when you think that finally the weaving and searching are coming to
an end, you peek around what should be the final corner… only to realize there
is a whole new maze in front of you to be navigated.
In the
course of these ramblings and/or rumblings over the last five years or so,
there have been many entries related to this frustrating pursuit. Mostly along
the lines of memories (albeit sanitized)
of events and places in different countries, and all related into the central theme
which this never ending story has been. In the beginning, there were few players.
A couple from Argentina, one shadowy player from Brazil, yours truly and some
folk who were in the background… way back in the background.
How do
you start in this craziness, when there is very little information available? Good
question. The answer –if there is one- is long… far too long to be able to
insert into one of these entries. I am not sure I am ready to do so completely.
Or that I truly have the full answer.
Long
night drives into lonely isolated houses in the lower Mississippi forests, the urban canyons of NYC or up
the mountains and lakes of Austria, Belgium, France, Portugal or Germany… Dinners
in private lavish settings and nights spent in the squalor of a London park
bench… separated by long stretches of days and nights in lonely little hotels
in more places I can remember. Trying to figure life out and not really being
able to.
Sometimes
in Disneyworld settings, sometimes in a world of pure Brothers Grimm, night
crawlers included. Always getting to meet an unnamable “someone” who was very “important”
and who always turned out to be just one more fool (yeah… me too… the fool part) who wanted to look important enough to
justify his presence and price.
Yes, at
the beginning I did say “007 like” drama. And it was. Over the years and the issues I have had to face, I have
come to walk with both feet on the ground; also learned to separate those
who could and did, from those who only wanted to lie and get money in exchange
for nothing. A very large number this last group. Made some good friends who traveled along on this lonely road and
I am sure some enemies as well.
And life
goes on… with this heavy monkey on its back…
Just a little something to add to
the entries… maybe more memories in the next few days. Promise they will be lighter.
Be Well … Be Back!!!
Final
Notes:
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