Funny romp. Thanks for that, We Medium loyalists need all the lightheartedness available in the cupboard.

My joking tends to center around the sorry fact that Im a Guatemalan writer and thus do not qualify for Partnership, read: no money can ever come my way.

There's a strange comfort in this though. The cruelly funny fact is more like even if I were a gringo Id not draw fifty cents for my Medium submissions which are at about 150 now.

Yes, yes, the laughter embarrisingly peters out to a painful stop.

Why is that? Why wouldnt I make any money if I were from the States? Simple: I dont possess the chops required to draw the good bucks okay? Does this kill my soul?

Fact be known: I couldnt care less. Its just a huge source of fun for me to see my stuff published. I get off on that.

My hopes: are that my writing skills improve such so that someday, sooner than later, (age issues), someone will say: why fuck me, this old fart is damn good by god, lets put him into a special slot all his own, put him into: The Atlantic, Haroers Bazaar, The New Yorker, Outside magazine: and by god, lets pay the sob!!!