Sartre says,"l'enfer, c'est les autres" "Hell is other people", and you usually find them at a Las Vegas buffet line, cutting in front of you for their favorite food---Seconds! Hell is in Montego Bay too.
I always have to get my "flak jacket" attitude to run the guantlet of shrapnel and other indirect low velocity half-baked legendary hustlers in this blatent tourist trap that assaults your senses.I owe my solitude to other people, the hell of humanity.
At this point, having been there done that, so many times in Jamaica, I am neither engaged or enraged by it all.
Everybody's gotta be somewhere and the hustlers are the raft that I can easily abandon, once I cross the flood.
After the Deluge
I'll tell you what Marley realized.
If you go off into the quiet parts of Jamaica, and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected with everything...and no, you don't have to do drugs to feel this ---you are drugs!
