Break Tha Seal. 3/4ths of CRUM is RUM : )

The Scuba Dock. My Good Friend Steve Prosterman

I Actually Talked To a Friend of Another Time Today.... I found a Voicemail after I left my Cell in tha Jungle.

I couldn't recite all the things I was able to talk to her of because we spoke for over 3 hours. But I sent her a commented reminder of some of the things. Her voice in the voicemail was so subtle, womanly, and beautiful... Everyting I wish I had with me here. I saved it and listened to it a few times over... But of many things I got a chance to talk to her of... Here is 2% of it. I wish I was more calm when I spoke to her though. I wish I would've tried to reconcile the distance and damage that had us uncommunicative to each other for so long. But these were some of the things I talked with her about.

Michael Collins. Narnia. The Jungle. Caleb. The Movie Marathons. Cassadra Wass. Brazilians. Birthday 09/09/09. My Travels. When I almost Got Shot (literally). Lucy. The Security Alarm I set off at the UVI Gym. King Mera. Youtube videos. The iguana I hand-fed in the jungle. "Go Dad." Hebert. the Dollar Bill. The Children's Book I Wrote. What was set up in advance that she never knew of as I paved the way for her to be here. How I wish to relax. 2 weeks after she was 24. Heaven on Earth. That Lion or spirit guide Kiesha lynx. Lil' Bentley. Over the Nine Waves. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Ishmael. Crum and Dan's Casa. Brewer's Bay Breakdown. St. Thomas Sunrise (The Fairy, Princess, Angel, and Pirate Icon). Island Life Flashbacks. Mermaid's Chair. Banana Point. Crum Bay. Patricia Cay. Sunday anyway.... Thanks Kiddo... It Was Cool for the hours.

(The things I said to her)

I'm that far... These surprises are a lot more huge than can be known...
Those internet books might be more than you thought possible~

December...? Those Virgo Party 9/12... Maybe you'll see some things soon enough that might catch ya off guard... In a GOOD way... Someday anyhow...

The Narnia Convo anytime that cell says so... Minutes and moments are many if you wish*

And Dan's Party Is HOPIN' at 576. Hava blast tonite and find him and the homies if you'd like!! Buh-bye : )

I Set It Off, The Security Alarm...

See, I have always lived on my own since I was 19. I always held my own roof. I never lived in dorms until I came to UVI. There is no peace here. I confronted and pissed off the person who is on the other side of the wall in these North Dorms yesterday about his alarm clock that always makes me make him wake him up. And everybody here likes to blast ridiculous music at disrespectable decibels. I find it to be bullshit that I pay more than $1500 for a place I don't ever feel comfortable at. I lack sleep and focus because of the noise and constant rude awakenings. So after seeing black rings around my eyes, after tolerating mood-swings from things I can't control, and after lacking focus and vision because I can find no serenity or peace and quite at a place I'm paying for that I'm supposed to consider "Home," yeah, I went to another building at the gym down on the other side of campus. Something happened after I woke up at 2 A.M.

I left the building that had already been locked down by security. As I exited to door to the outside, it set the security alarm off loud. I just walked to the end of the dock by the place I scuba from. I heard the alarm persist from more than a football field of distance away. I wasn't running from anything at all. I just kept calm and walked to the Caribbean shore and sat there and stared at the stars until time had passed.

I'm sure the on-campus officers and security guards got excited and drove to a place where they may have believed some criminal activity was going on at. They may have believed a ghost was there though because I was already on the inside through the night just trying to find some descent rest so I could keep my head together. They may have believed someone was breaking in or sumthin. I would not doubt it that they were baffled to know no one was in the building once they may have searched the placed. I was only trying to find a comfortable safe-haven that could grant a man some peace and quiet. I'm sure I'll be fully prepared to explain myself tomorrow and once I do, I'll inform them that they oughta be relieved it was me that caused the security alarm to go off because I am an honest man that never means any wrong.

The Iguana's Name Was Spike...

Today, I had one of the greatest most profound moments I'll ever live to tell. I was working in the wild. I was at the Jungle I run chainsaws at. I kicked it with an iguana. Probably the coolest and best iguana I'll ever come across other than the one I had named Spike when I was like, 15.

He was so chill and calm. He was about 20/25 pounds. He was a badass lizard man. He wasn't too scared of me at all. He didn't mind me coming up to him. I spent an hour hand-feeding him in the Jungle. He even let me pet him for a good amount of time. After he began to leave and eventually climb up the tree, I felt goosebumps about how exhilarating it was because most iguanas fear humans and other lifeforms so much that they would not let humans come close to them. Let alone hand-feed them or even let humans pet them. He was probably 3 or 4 feet long. He was pretty hefty.


Then in the middle of the night, I couldn't find any peace or quiet. Which is nothing new at all in these dorms. So I snuck into the gymnasium and found the conference room to sleep in. A regular class room with a carpet. I took my pillow with me. I found an entrance into the building at night. It wasn't a place I would have been allowed to be in. Let alone a place I would have been allowed to be at through the night. I was hiding but I meant no harm and was doing no wrong.

The Day I Made My First Children's Book...

I Wrote a Story for a Children's book. They Asked Me To Write a Story For a Book For Children... They Wanted Me To Personify myself in a fictional Short Story For a Children's Book. After Seeing Blogspots. They Want Me To Tell About My Year Here as of 2009. To Create a Character of myself based on what my life is and how it came this far...

This Story is called Irish Island Pirate Crum

The Day After A Breakdown...

I woke up, and checked myself into counseling. I guess I just needed someone to talk to. Andrea Hamm Was That Person. I just have been rendering a lot of isolation and culture shock. I haven't had anyone to talk to. I don't have all the contacts from the numbers I owned in my old phone. Therefore, I cannot talk to the people I am close with at home.

Before my breakdown though, I made a very radical decision. I chose to fly home for 10 days before this time here in the islands is up. My reasons were of my own. I was expired here without her and the only way I could regain my sanity and security was the notion of possibly seeing her once before my semester here is over. I missed her so much that I cried my eyes out on a tropical beach alone under the moon. I listened to 3 Libras as I rendered all these mental montages of the sweet passionate happy moments we shared before I came to St. Thomas. These memories and imaginings made me so sad I cried because after all this time I haven't talked with her at all, it hurt my heart to assume that she didn't care about the majestic laughter and passion we shared. My eyes were so full of tears and me spending $800 just for the way I hurt here without her was something that didn't make sense to my mother. I actually heard my mother cry for the crazy choices I processed. Most people believe it to be a waste of money to afford to fly to Oregon and back. No one knows I am going to go there though.

I felt better knowing that I would be going home. As soon as I made the decision and processed the flights, I suddenly felt right again.

Now I have something to look forward to... Perhaps all will be well once I can tell why I had to fly home just to know the things I need to. And to do what I'm going to.