dialect and spilling tea down my drawers

Jul 10, 2007 10:42

straight stupitness, innit? me so stress wit all dese battyboy, bad man come at me like duppy, chattin me up, me get rush, so vex! me no wanta wine or grine, me just wanta go limin, but de gels can't do none dat, no play dominos or cool out. de gels stay outside de circle.

"y'okay? y'gettin thru?" no. no i ent. "seen, seen..."









Taken in Salem during one of the early eruptions



The view of the old airport site from Jack Boy Hill



Little Bay-- I hang out here a lot



This is where I hang out in Little Bay-- the Green Monkey Dive Shop & Bar, an expatriot's wet dream



This mural is finished, and excellent



Shoko's picture of Montserrat from the air



I live right down the road from Runaway Ghaut, which is kind of like the Blarney Stone but not at all



THERE ARE FUCKING GOATS EVERYWHERE ITS AWESOME







The Masquerade is a traditional music/dance event that comes down from slave days as a subtle rebellion and a way to spread messages



Scriber brought us on a hike through the Centre Hills on my birthday, and he made me pet this snake (double entendre anyone?)



Cheddy Browne, who is the only revolutionary worth listening to



Sister Annie, who is 87 years old but still tends an acre of garden on the side of a steep hill. She taught us to make ginger stick, peppermint stick, and sugarcake from scratch, and to give our souls to Jesus also.



Baby Rheanna is the best little girl in the world. Here I look like I am going to eat her.

That's Montserrat I guess. Some little boys want to use the internet to have cybersex, like they did yesterday.
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