Over the years it’s been suggested on several occasions, that perhaps I should write a book.
Not to say that my story is anything special ( by any means ) but fair to say “unique” – as I’ve wondered this planet some 15 years now with little to no sense of “home” and with few connections to anything……or anyone. Some call it lonely – I call it normal, as for the majority of my adult life – this is all I’ve known.
I used to stay at the same hotel whenever I’d get back to visit my family, and the girls at the front desk always had a chuckle. Knowing me as they did – I’d been filed under “N for Nomad”. I had a laugh too.
Reasons for this behavior run the gambit. I have my own theories as do I assume – those who know me. It’s not important. Without question I’m as regular a person as any on Earth, questioning at times – ” what am I doing?” and “why am I the way I am?”
Up until most recently I’ve had little interest in “writing it all down”. From confrontations with machine gun packing Rastas in the West Indies…to long dark drives into “deep dark places” of Colombia…to the “helplessness” of being trapped in an elevator in Romania. Problem being – I’ve never had a “plot” and for the life of me can’t come up with a decent ending.
Don’t get me wrong – there are some really good times as well.
They just don’t make for very interesting stories.
A pivotal day in “the life of Kong” as a number of factors come into play. Of particular significance “00.01” the irony, the drama – and further development of a story that just might have a plot……….and an ending!