From a little cottage in negril

Right about now, I am remembering how nice it was to be 19 and in Negril during college breaks over a two year period (other than spring)... When I ate conch stew, lobster and grilled fish, tanned topless, went out to the caves and even found myself in jail.

It was then that I really started developing my art, moving from teen presenter/photographer while I struggled to find my own creative voice. My photography was better than my writing and my sense of humour...hmmmn. I decided that I would write a novel. I titled it "Curried Muffin." It was then that "Sheer Almshouse" came into being... the militant, irreverent expression of a female Jamaican teen on the web (not very many those days).

You haven't lived if you haven't been so high you really thought you could fly, have a boat run out of gas with in the open ocean in the middle of a thunderstorm with a drunk pilot and find yourself in jail... all in the same weekend.

Thank heavens for "journeying" mercies!

Here is the perfect soundtrack by one big rahtid hit wonder, Tyrone Taylor...

Jackasses in Negril

I went to Negril yesterday for a Donkey Race. Refused to take pics of black people in stupid costumes riding ridiculously adorned donkeys, one of whom even looked pregnant, for the pleasure of hicks vacationing and grown ass flower children with mullets an goatees.


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