š²š½ Patzcuero to CoyoacĆ”n - 11.11.24
Itās 10 hours of travel from Patzcuero/MichoacĆ”n to Mexico City. Taxis, walking, waitingā¦ but most of the time is spent on the bus. Watching movies in English and Spanish. Bouncy naps. Chatting and snack sharing with the person next to you. Glaring out the window. And lots of time to thinkā¦ think about stuff.
For me, with my time on the bus, I was able to outline a screenplayā¦ about a foreign solo traveler, named Theo (the protagonist), going to a small village in Mexico to experience Dia de Muertos. And when he arrives, he finds a picture of himself on the āofrendaā table. āWhaa happening?!?ā
The Deuteragonist; a CDMX taxi driver, TÅnatiuh. Itās an Aztec name, a sun deity of the daytime sky. The Antagonist; Cristhian, looks like a romance novel cover model. He has cartel ties from Guadalajara. The AntiHero; JosĆ©Flaco. We never know if heās a spirit or real. The Sage; PedroTaxi from Tzintzuntzan. He knows everything about everything and is a guide for all worlds.
The dialog will include English, Spanish and a cameo in Dutch. Three indigenous dialects, including a lengthy narration in P'urhƩpecha. Also, Nahuatl (Aztec), that the protagonists understands in the dream world.
Oh man! Thereās adventure, drama, romance, and betrayal. Loads of subtitles. Rock and indigenous musicā¦ sometimes at the same time! Twists and turns and flashback and dreams. Explosions, fireworks and fire trucks. Gangstas, and gun shots, car chasesā¦ ghosts, spiders, and carnitas and more carnitas! Wow! Good stuff!
It will be greatā¦ because I donāt know shit about writing a screenplayā¦ so whoās there to say otherwise? Iāll take it back to LA to show it off to my industry contacts. All of which consists of a number of people that is closer to zero than 2. Iāll hand type it out on old yellow lined notebook paperā¦ and stuff it into a ratty manila envelope; wrap it in jute shipping string. There will be mysterious phone numbers, dates and times written on itā¦ lots of doodles and scribbles. A list of crossed-out rejected titlesā¦ and finally, at the bottom, a title thatās circled with enthusiasm, and an arrow pointing to it and noting, āthis!!!!ā And that title will be, āTequila Sunburnā which makes no sense but this is just a story. Iāll take my manila covered manuscript to a coffee shop in Echo Park and set it on a tableā¦ sip my coffee, and glare, and nod to all others that have works, that are totally misunderstood, on the table before them. Barely coherent mumbles will fill the room, āone day theyāll get thisā¦ one day.ā
āPracticing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.ā
- Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
Itās not likely to even get to the typewriter stageā¦ and if the screenplay makes it all the way into the ratty manila envelope, Iāll eat my hat. Itās about the processā¦ the experience of the creative process and that brings me immense joy and satisfactionā¦ and thatās good enough for me.
For the recordā¦ I met all of those people in real life on my MichoacĆ”n adventure. And those are their real names. Except PedroTaxiā¦ his name is JosĆ©Taxiā¦ but thereās already a JosĆ©Flaco, whom was the sweetest fella. TÅnatiuh was a CDMX Uber driver and explained his name to me. āMovement of the Sunā in the Nahuatl language. He had a certain presence and owned that name. Cristhian was a young bloke I met at the Tzintzuntzan ruins. He was way too good looking for his own good. He did look like a romance novel cover model. He and his gf were suggesting I go to Tequila in Guadalajara. Nothing good has ever come from me befriending Tequila. I have Cristhianās WhatsApp number if I change my mind.
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Iām now back in CoyoacĆ”n. Itās a place Iām calling āhome-base.ā A place that I can rest, feel safe, feel supported, be comfortableā¦ to have essential needs around me. Itās important for grounding and to practice healthy routines. In my systems, and it may be temporary, it is home.
I chose to be Mexicoā¦ and Iām here for the culture, the people, the language, the food, the experience, and personal growth. To gain knowledge, understanding, and inspirations. I hope to enrich others around me with a message of goodwill, curiosity and compassion. Iām not here because Iām running from somethingā¦ or someone. And that is important for me to define.
After a trip to Scotland last yearā¦ I had put much thought into the idea, like it or not, welcomed or not, that Iām a child of the Americas. Specifically, a child of North America. And with all of the glory, and all of the disappointmentsā¦ the heart remains full to beā¦ and with a stubbornness that I am indeed where I belong.
I didnāt draw the lines on the mapā¦ but I will cross one of those lines next week to return to my country of origin. And thereās a heavinessā¦ and if youāre an empathā¦ itās a smothering weight. There will always be division, a side, contrast, conflictsā¦ always. Until the human species is no more. If there is goodā¦ there is evilā¦ but I am confident in thisāthe greater good will always truimph over darkness. And itās a processā¦ and it can be a painful one. As it should be. And now, and to the end, we have each other.
If ya need a hugā¦ Iāll be in San Jose, CAā¦ then Olympia, WAā¦ then I have a meeting with an oncologist in snowy Denverā¦ and finally, San Francisco to close out the year. (and camera pulls backāpans up to the starsā¦ zoom inā¦ cue music) and cut. š¬ And print. š„
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