Today is my six-month Mexico City-iversary, which I celebrated by locking myself out of my apartment twice in as many days. I also finally rode the Metro, heard the loudest clap of thunder I've ever heard while lying in shavasana, and fed an avocado to a squirrel named Pepe, who buried half of it and then shit all over my terrace. My ex-landlord also called to tell me he's suing me for a hate crime.

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Hey, Jef, it's . Yeah, I heard your podcast, and you put my address out.

That's gonna come back to haunt you, motherfucker.

This is episode 59 of onefjef.

Hola, mis amigos y amigas.

Hello, everybody.

Hello, my friends.

Hello, you.

Hello to you.

I see you.

Yeah, you.

You.

Listening to this podcast, I see you.

You are doing great.

You know what you're doing?

You're thriving, and I like to see that, all of you.

Whether you know it or not, you are thriving.

Am I thriving?

Yeah.

Sure, I'm thriving.

Seems rather non-committal, I understand, but that's about

where I'm at right now, you know?

But I do have an exciting announcement.

Today is my six-month Mexico City aversary.

Yes.

I've been here six months.

I mean, on and off, but let's just for the sake of celebration and joy,

let's-- and, you know, marking occasions, all-- Let's just go with six months,

because I arrived here on-- Well, when you're listening to this, it'll

actually be, uh, six months and one day.

Sorry about that.

But right now, when I'm recording this, it is September 8th, and I arrived

in Mexico City on March 8th, which if you do the math, is six months.

That's a hard word to say, six months.

Months.

In Spanish, it's much easier.

Meses.

That's much better.

Seis meses.

That actually is a winner.

That's better than six months.

Para seis meses, or it's por seis meses.

Porque por is with time, I think.

So I think it's por seis meses, for six months.

I'm getting better, poco a poco.

Anyway, yeah, six months.

Hard to believe, and also not hard to believe.

Like it feels like longer, of course, because so much has happened.

So much has happened.

But you're asking in your head or out loud, whatever you choose, you're

saying, "Jef, what are some takeaways?

What have you learned?

What have you not learned?

Uh, what's been surprising?

What's not been surprising?" Et cetera, et cetera.

And I'm not gonna tell you that because I feel like these questions have been

well covered in many episodes of the podcast over the past six months.

So yeah, I'm not gonna tell you.

You'll have to go back and listen.

What you will get is a brand-new episode, a CDMX Dispatch episode with a bunch of,

uh, exciting random things of me talking.

For example, I got locked out of my apartment yesterday.

Well, no, I didn't get locked out.

I locked myself out of my apartment yesterday accidentally, of course.

Why would I do it on purpose?

Why would anybody?

Why would I even have to say that word accidentally?

Disregard.

I locked myself out yesterday.

I left my apartment without the keys.

Two sets of keys I have.

I left them both in the apartment.

Uh, I thought I could just text the landlord and they'd come over and unlock

the door, but they're out of town, so had to get in touch with a locksmith.

So I reached out to Estie, bless her heart, and she called a locksmith for me.

She called a few actually, and this very, very nice locksmith came, said

a bunch of things in Spanish to me that I didn't understand, but he was

smiling while he was saying them, and I just kind of nodded and laughed.

Not laughed at him, laughed with him, and then he came up and unlocked the

door, and he asked for, I think it was 300 pesos or something, which is not…

It's like 20 bucks.

So yeah.

Good story, Jef.

You got any other of those?

You got anyth- got anything else like that?

I do in fact have more like that

I finally rode the subway here in Mexico City, uh, last weekend.

Estie and I went to Centro, the historic center of the City of Mexico,

and we went kind of sightseeing.

We went to, um, Templo Mayor, which for those of you who aren't aware, I think it

was 50 years ago or something, they were digging for electric-- burying electrical

wire or water lines or something, and they hit this giant area of historic

ruins from, like, the Aztec times, back when the Aztecs were living here and,

you know, ripping people's hearts out while they're beating and then holding

them up to sacrifice, you know, whatever.

Crazy shit.

Anyway, Templo Mayor is now this a, a huge open air archeological

site, like, right in the middle of the historic center of Mexico City.

It's really something else, and it's just right there, and next

to these very historic churches.

I mean, Mexico City is the oldest city in the Americas, I believe, and when you

go there, you're like, "Oh, I get it.

Yeah, it is.

It's old here.

Very old." Like, you know, BC kind of a thing.

BC. It's weird that we delineate time by saying before Christ and after Christ.

Isn't that… Is that right?

It's BC and AD, after death, before Christ.

It's really strange now that I think about it, and the whole world has to

use this calendar, the one that's based on the, quote-unquote, "birthday of

Jesus", who they don't really believe in.

Huh.

I never really thought about this.

Has anybody thought about this like this?

It's very strange.

Very strange.

Jesus, it's gotta be great.

I mean, gee, what an ego he's gonna have.

I mean, they name-- they, they're, they're telling time based on his birthday.

H-His birthday is zero.

How do you possibly go through life with a n- with, without an inflated ego if

they're literally basing time, the, the, the measurement of time on your birthday?

But apparently, according to all the records, Jesus stayed pretty humble.

Of course, that was-- I don't think they decided to base the

years on his birth until long after he was dead, so he never knew.

But again, according to a lot of books, you would suggest he does know 'cause he's

up there looking down on us or whatever.

Um, yeah.

Anyway, weird.

Long story short, we took the subway to get to Centro.

We took it from Insurgentes and, uh, took it, I don't know, five stops.

It's very much like the New York subway, except there's

no announcements in the cars.

Maybe some cars have them, but there was no… You know, in New York City

in the subway, there's usually an announcer that tries to say things

sometimes, at least there used to be, and you would never understand a word.

But

then there's recordings.

"Stand clear of the closing doors, please. Bing bong." That's New York City subway.

It's iconic.

Nothing like that in Mexico City.

You just get in and the doors close.

I mean, there's screens telling you, you know, where you're getting off

and what stations and stuff, but there's nobody saying, "Be careful

of the doors," anything at all.

So that's interesting.

Also, there's, like, rubber wheels on the cars, which I don't

understand, but there we have it.

There you have it.

Apparently, the first two cars, I think, are meant for women and, like,

the elderly, I guess, which is nice.

In New York, they just had the special seats that you'd give up to pregnant

women or elderly people or whatever.

But I guess there's a lot of perhaps groping on the subway sometimes, like

late at night, so there's a place for women to go and feel safe and not g- like

they're gonna get groped, which is great.

The non-groping cars or whatever.

Anyway, it was fine.

It was kind of, uh, anticlimactic in a way 'cause it was really just a subway,

and I hadn't, like, been avoiding it.

I just hadn't ridden it.

So now I have.

And now I plan to ride it again because it's profoundly inexpensive.

I think the Mexico City subway is one of the least expensive subways in the world.

It's literally, like, 20 cents maybe.

Yeah.

Very clean too.

Of course, it doesn't run all night like New York, which is

their excuse for the filthy state of most of the subway stations.

"Well, it runs all night. We have no time to clean." Okay.

Okay.

Look at me getting triggered by the New York City subway again.

Anyway, rode the subway, checked that off the old Mexico City list, and got

it in under the six-month mark as well.

So hooray me.

One of the things about Mexico City that I don't care for is the

disregard for pedestrians, the general disregard for pedestrians.

It is a car-centric city in a, an unusual way.

The streets here … New York City has a grid, right?

They have the grid, Manhattan.

You know, it's very clear, first, second, third.

Very easy to figure out.

The way that the streets were planned out here in Mexico City is very

confusing, and it seems very haphazard.

A lot of the parks and Cibelis, which is the s- traffic circle near

me, it's just got streets kind of shooting out wherever, wherever, right?

And as a result, the subsequent streets outside of these parks and

circle areas become a mishmash of strange intersections, confusing, weird

intersections, which wouldn't be so bad if it were not for the pedestrians,

because it's extremely confusing to be a pedestrian in this city.

There are walk signs and don't walk signs some, some places.

Not a lot, but some.

And even those, in places, will be like, w- why can I walk halfway

across the street and not … And then I have to stop in the middle

of the four-lane, eight-lane road.

Insurgentes, I'm speaking of.

If you know, you know.

But, like, what's going on with those walk lights?

It doesn't make any sense.

And this is common.

And in other places, you just have to look at the traffic light to

see whether you're able to walk.

I run across the street more often than I walk, I'll say that.

I'm often running across the street.

Like, not running, but, like, I'll start to walk, and then I'll, like,

kind of do a, like a little jog for the last several steps, 'cause

I don't wanna get hit by a car.

Most days I love it here.

Most days Mexico City is kind of magical and different and unique

and exciting and all those things.

But then other days I am just not in the mood for Mexico City,

and today is one of these days.

I mean, I woke up in a bad mood, but

Went for a walk and I'm just-- Sometimes when I go for a walk,

y- I just feel like an outsider.

And of course, I am an outsider, right?

And I'll always be an outsider to a degree.

And usually, again, this is okay, but some days it's just like I am not in

the mood for the, the, the inherent difficulty of, of navigating Mexico City.

Which, you know, makes sense

It makes sense.

I have no routine here, I've been realizing.

Like, I've been here almost six months and I don't have a routine.

Like, every week is different, which is kind of what I came here for in a way.

But I'm finding myself starting to crave a consistent routine of sorts, and like

the last two weeks have been this teeth thing, so it's always something or other.

And maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe that keeps the life interesting.

But I do wish that there would be some constants, you know?

I mean, can life be unique, fun, and exciting forever?

I know I'm putting unique, fun, and exciting in the

same box, but it kind of is.

I mean, that's what keeps life interesting is uniqueness, new stuff, right?

But some weeks I'm just like, "I don't want new stuff. I just wanna

process the, the old stuff, the current stuff. I wanna process that."

My favorite Spanish word is rompecabezas, which means puzzle.

Ro- hold on.

Hold on.

Here we go.

Rompecabezas.

Rompecabezas.

God, I just can't get it.

It's like I have to… Rompecabezas.

Rompecabezas.

That's not bad.

Correr.

Guitar.

Guitar.

All right, that's enough

I was in a yoga class last night.

It was about 5 or 6 PM, 7 PM.

I don't know.

It's a place I go to a lot.

You have to walk up five flights of stairs to get to the studio,

which is on the t- very top floor of this, like, old, strange building.

I'm not entirely sure if it's offices or what.

It's a very old, weird building.

And this top floor is, like, got, like, a metal roof, you know?

Like a… I don't know if it's tin, but whatever.

You know, a metal roof.

And as I was walking there, the-- you could-- there's thundering,

and it's a storm coming in.

I brought my umbrella.

But then as we're doing the yoga class, the storm is kind of

developing and starting to rain.

Right towards the last quarter of the class, it starts to rain

a little bit, and it starts to rain harder and harder and harder.

And we're in Shavasana.

Uh, like, who doesn't know what that is at this point?

Even if you don't do yoga, it's the part where you lie down at the end.

Corpse pose they call it in English, which is…

I go-- I'm gonna go with Shavasana, frankly, because

nobody wants to hear corpse pose.

Um, we're all lying there and, like, I-- you have your eyes closed, and

I saw this big flash like lightning, and then about four seconds later,

the loudest clap of thunder.

And I think I've mentioned other loud claps of thunder on this podcast

before, but my friends, believe me when I tell you this was the loudest

clap of thunder I have ever heard.

The, the building shook.

Like, the, the, the, the roof rattled.

It-- and it was, like, not just one.

It was like boom, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-boom.

And I saw a video on Instagram of the same thunderclap, and it checks out

So Shavasana ended at that point because there's no way anybody could like

relax because the thunder was… And another few happened like just crazy.

I have never heard thunder like I've heard in Mexico City and I love it.

I mean, I do love a great storm, so I'm not complaining about it.

If you really zoom out, it's like, whoa, it's-- I mean, how weird

it is to be here at all, but then also that there's water that falls

from the sky and then this noise.

I don't know, something to think about, like a constant electrical

storm above our heads, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Anyway, it was an exciting yoga class

One of the other things with Mexico City is, is there's so many restaurants.

Like, I don't know how all these restaurants, and coffee houses

for that matter, I don't know how they all stay in business

because there are so many of them.

And so often when I walk by many of them, they're empty.

They're empty.

So I don't really know how it all works.

I understand that there's a lot of people who live here, but even

that, it seems like the proportion of restaurants, it seems very high.

And the fact that many of them are empty, it's very confusing to me

But my point is, is that due to this abundance of restaurant, this

insane abundance of restaurants, that you get overwhelmed m- by choice.

And I've talked about this on the podcast, too, the old toothpaste dilemma.

I'm not gonna go into it again, but, you know, if you know, you know.

So it becomes very hard to, like, just choose where to eat

'cause you got so many choices.

And as a result, you know, I'll often eat at the same place, this little

cafe over in Cibelis that I like, which feels lazy, but it's also familiar and

then it, it gets rid of the choice.

I can just choose one kind of toothpaste and stick with it.

But then you want variety, but the, the toothpaste metaphor

falls apart at this point 'cause who wants variety in toothpaste?

But food, yes, you want variety.

Anyway, there's too many fucking restaurants in Mexico City.

Hey, Jef, it's . Yeah, I heard your podcast, and you put my address out.

That's gonna come back to haunt you, motherfucker.

My ex-landlord, who I've talked about quite a bit on this

podcast, and who I thought was out of my life forever, you know.

One of the main reasons that I moved is because of this gentleman, if you recall.

And I thought, "Thank goodness I am no longer in that house.

I will not have to deal with him ever again." But then also, there

was a little piece in the back of my head that was like, "Eh, I think

you might hear from him again.

I think you might." Like 10%.

And lo and behold, two or three nights ago, I get a call from the one and only

ex-landlord of me saying he was going to sue me because he had apparently

discovered the podcast and heard that I had mentioned the address on the

podcast and that that was grounds to sue.

I think he was also just, like, butthurt because I had spoken the truth about him.

Because I, I actually went back and listened to the things that

I said about him on the podcast.

Well, I looked it up.

But I, I couldn't find any place where I said the address, so if anybody who's

listening is a very detail-oriented listener and remembers this, please

let me know what episode or where it is that I did say the address.

Just so I know, 'cause I don't remember that at all.

But really, I think he's just butthurt because, you know,

I spoke the truth about him.

All the things I said about him on this podcast were 100% true.

I'll stand behind every single one of those things.

But he was saying he's going to sue me for endangering the neighbor somehow,

even though addresses are public records.

A lot of nonsense.

I would feel sorry for because he is like a, he's a lonely alcoholic.

Like, I don't know.

He d- he has, he never had a job while I was there.

But I would feel sorry for him if he wasn't such an

asshole But he's an asshole.

He's an asshole.

And a little bit sociopathic, I think.

And I think it's been fairly well established at this point

because, like, what the fuck, bro?

Hey, Jef, it's . Answer the phone, you coward.

Come on, man, answer the phone or call me back, you coward.

But now he's going to sue me, he said, for a hate crime.

A hate crime.

Apparently, he's getting in touch with his lawyer, so I am excited to find out

what the crime that I have committed is.

I remember one time I was living there, and I was probably working in

my office, and I heard screaming, and I went out-- I think I went out to my

porch, my back porch, and looked out, and the landlord was out there screaming

at an Amazon driver, screaming at him.

That's not cool.

I don't care whether he dropped your package or not.

That ain't good.

I must have sent him the text message two or three, four times that said, "I would

like for our relationship to be strictly a landlord-tenant relationship," basically

asking for a very clear boundary.

One time he-- I sent that and he wrote back, "Ha," which is great.

The other times he was very just dismissive of it, which if I was a

landlord, I would want my tenant to be as comfortable as possible, and

if that meant that I couldn't, you know, treat him like my buddy, which

I don't even know, then so be it.

Like I made it a clear-- That was a clear way of me saying, "Hey, leave me alone."

But no, no.

In fact, almost every time when I was out of town all last year, I would

get texts from him asking where I was.

"Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

What are you doing?" I almost never answered.

I never answered until one time he said, "Is somebody in your house?" He

texted, "Is somebody in your house?"

And then I was worried, so I was like, "No. Who is-- Is everything okay?" He's

like, "Oh, it must have just been the storm, the rainstorm. Where are you?"

So I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by this popping up in

my life again, whatever it is.

When I moved in there, I had to buy my own fire extinguisher.

Y-y-- A landlord's supposed to provide a fire extinguisher, of course.

And when I asked him about it, he said, "I don't deal with fire extinguishers."

I basically stopped asking him to repair anything towards the end unless it

was absolutely necessary because every time I w- I had something to fix, he

would try to schedule it when I was home so he could interact with me.

One time the sink was broken.

I think it was the last thing I asked him to fix was the sink was broken, and I had

cut my hand on a wine glass while I was washing dishes, not because the sink was

broken, just because the wine glass was slippery and I cut my hand and I broke it.

But it was a bad cut, so I had wrapped my hand in like, you know, bandages or

whatever, and I went up to my bedroom to kind of just like chill 'cause I

knew he was coming over to fix the sink.

So when he came over to fix the sink, I said, "Just let…" I

texted him, "Just let yourself in.

I cut my hand on a wine glass." And he writes back, "Is that supposed

to be my fault?" And I'm like, "No.

No, of course…" It's insane to talk about it.

Like, like I hear myself talking about it, I'm like, oh, like how was this ever okay?

When I told him the sink was broken, he said, "If any parts are missing from the

sink, I'll charge you for a new sink."

Sometime in, I think it was late last year, I was hanging out on my front porch

with my cousin Brian, and at this point, I had not interacted with the landlord

socially for at least two years, and I had given no indication that I wanted to.

But me and my cousin are sitting there in the middle of a conversation, and apropos

of nothing, the landlord just walks out on the porch and says, "Can I join you?"

And I'm, I'm kinda shocked, but I'm also triggered, so I'm just like, "No,

we're going inside." So I immediately just walk inside and start closing the

blinds, and he starts yelling on the porch, "Oh, is that how it's gonna be?

Is that how it's gonna be?" And I'm thinking, "Bro, it's been

like this for two years at least.

Like, this isn't new." And then I sent him the message again about the

boundaries, how I want-- trying to establish a clear tenant-landlord

relationship. It was probably the third or fourth time I sent it

And it's interesting 'cause, like, oftentimes when I would tell people these

stories about my landlord, they would be like, "Oh, he just seems like a nice guy.

He's just trying to be friends," blah, blah, blah. I'm like,

"No, you don't understand.

You don't understand." And even my cousin would say the same thing, "He

sounds like just a nice guy." But after this encounter with him, he was

like, "Bro, you gotta get out of here.

That was creepy." And that was about the time that I made the decision,

like, I had to get out of there.

I'm getting triggered again talking about it, and that pisses me off.

And now he's back, you know.

Now he's back because he apparently can't-- Like, as my friend John said,

he's, like, obsessed with me in this creepy way, and he keeps asking for

my address in Mexico City so we can send the whatever, like subpoena.

I don't know what you send.

Whatever you send.

Absolutely not.

What are you gonna do, extradite me?

Anyway, so if I were to predict what's going to happen in this scenario,

I would say that nothing's going to happen because there's really no law

that I've broken here, and it will turn out that this is just some bizarre

way for him to get my attention again.

That said, I do appreciate him listening to my podcast.

Any listener is a wonderful listener, and I've invited him to come on the

podcast, but he has, he has been hesitant.

So if you do wanna come on the podcast, let's do it, buddy.

Let's do it.

It'd be great content.

Great content

He's like a, a, a lunatic who thinks that he's a sane genius.

It's very Trumpian in a way

There are these two squirrels that come and hang out on my

terrace mostly about every day.

One of them I have named Pepe.

Pepe.

Pepe.

And the other one I've named Rojo because red, and the squirrel

has some red, so it seemed like a very easy and appropriate name.

Rojo.

Anyway, they were around on Sunday, and Estee was over, and we were watching,

like, Pepe was, like, frolicking in the, the tree pot or whatever, rolling around.

And I said, "I should get them some nuts.

I should get some nuts or whatever and feed them." And she said, "Oh,

they'll eat avocados, too." So when Pepe came around today, I had these little

avocados, and I just rolled one out the old door there, and Pepe was into it.

Pepe devoured that avocado like you have never seen a person devour an

avocado, or a squirrel for that matter

And I think I've created a monster of sorts because Pepe then proceeded

to bury the rest of the avocado in the tree pot and then come right

up to the door and just kind of stare at me like, "Where's-- More?

More?

Is there any more?" Came back later, did the same thing, and the squirrel,

Pepe, comes right up to the door.

These squirrels in Mexico City give no fucks.

In the United States, squirrels are generally afraid of humans because

humans used to eat squirrels.

But in Mexico, they never ate squirrels, so the squirrels are

really not very afraid of humans.

You can often feed them out of your hands.

I do not do this, but people do.

I've seen it happen.

So Pepe gives no shits about-- does not-- is not afraid of me at all,

which is cute 'cause it comes r- you know, he comes right up to the door.

And I apologize for misgendering you, Pepe.

Pepe is actually, now I've learned, a female because when it came up

to the door, I saw Pepe's teats.

Sorry.

Anyway, I don't know if it was on purpose, but once Pepe realized I didn't or wasn't

going to give it any more food, him, her, any more food, Pepe proceeded to

shit all over my terrace and my chair.

The good news is squirrel's poop is perfectly round like a

rabbit, so it's easy to clean up.

But still, you know, fuck you, Pepe.

I did you a solid, and you shat on my terrace

And now Pepe is going to be coming back every day looking for handouts because

I guess that's how squirrels roll.

I should have known this.

And it won't, who knows?

Who knows?

I shouldn't have started with the avocado.

I should have started small because now the squirrel has gotten a whole avocado

and that I feel like that's a prize.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted on that too.

So this is a late addition to the podcast.

I'm recording this on the day that I was going to release this episode initially,

but as I was editing this episode last night, I was going out for a walk, and

I locked myself out of my apartment for the second time in as many days.

Yeah, I don't know either.

I don't know.

You tell me.

I haven't locked myself out of anything for many, many, many years.

In fact, I cannot think of the last time I locked myself out of anything.

I locked myself out of my car when I was, like, in my 20s.

But since then, I really have no recollection.

Oh, I locked myself out of my house when I lived in Savannah, Georgia,

but that was 30-- 20, 30 years ago.

So maybe I'm just making up for lost time here.

Maybe these two-- I mean, if I do it two times in two days, I'm actually

afraid to leave the house now or the apartment because Lord knows.

Double-checking two or three times.

The funny thing is I have two sets of keys in the apartment here.

Left them both in there.

Anyway, also gonna use this opportunity to give a little update

on the landlord situation, the former landlord situation, that is.

Since the events I described in the, I guess, earlier segment in this

podcast, the ex-landlord did finally speak to his attorney, apparently, and

learned that he has no case, which, of course, I knew from the beginning.

But, you know, some people, it takes a while.

So unfortunately, it does not seem like there will be any

more drama with the ex-landlord.

He did very gently acknowledge that he was incorrect and that I was right, and

then he sent me a photo of his breakfast, a text message of his breakfast, and

that was the last that I heard from him.

And that's a good thing.

That's a good thing.

But again, ex-landlord, if you're listening to this, and I know you

are, if you would like to come on the podcast and talk it out or yell

it out, defend yourself, whatever it is, accuse me of a hate crime, shoot

me an email, [email protected], or call me, 1-669-241-5882.

Anyway

And that is it for this sixth year and one-day Mexico City-iversary spectacular.

You heard me.

What a ride, am I right?

Like the subway and the Metro.

What a ride.

If you enjoyed this ride, or even if you didn't enjoy this ride, won't

you please go to patreon.com/onefjef and sign up for my Patreon page?

You can do it for free, but even better, you can pledge, subscribe.

You can pledge $5 a month.

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But anything you pledge will be much appreciated by me 'cause

I'm the sole proprietor, creator, and progenitor of this podcast.

If I used that word incorrectly, I don't care 'cause it sounded right,

so… And it takes a lot of time to put this content together for all of you.

So ifin you are interested in supporting an independent podcast

such as this one, please do do that.

Go to patreon.com/onefjef and sign up.

You will not be disappointed, and I will definitely not be disappointed.

And while I'm here, I'd be remiss if I didn't remind you politely to

like, rate, subscribe, and review this podcast on whatever platform

you happen to be listening on.

Ideally Apple Podcasts, but any platform will do.

Give it a good old review there.

Subscribe to it.

Do all the things to it.

Do everything to it that you can, you know, legally.

And thank you for that.

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If you'd like to email the podcast questions, concerns, confusion,

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And if you'd like to leave a voicemail message, angry, happy, sad, confused,

sing me a song, anything you want.

You can call me at 1-669-241-5882.

Oh, I didn't find that last note, did I?

Sorry.

Beyond that, I thought it was all right.

I mean, not, you know, not a banger, but a tapper, right?

Call and leave a voicemail.

And all of this stuff I just said is in the show notes in

case you didn't get it all.

In case you're frantically trying to grab a pen and write all this down as

quickly as you can, don't you fret.

No need for that pen, my friend.

Just go to the show notes.

All sorts of information and clicky things, all sorts of stuff.

Everybody likes to click on things, don't they?

Sure they do

Finally, um, as I'm wont to do, I will end this podcast with a quote that I enjoy

and find meaningful, and this is one by F.

Scott Fitzgerald

For what it's worth, it's never too late, or in my case, too early,

to be whoever you want to be.

There's no time limit.

Start whenever you want.

You can change or stay the same.

There are no rules to this thing.

We can make the best or the worst of it.

I hope you make the best of it.

I hope you see things that startle you.

I hope you feel things you've never felt before.

I hope you meet people who have a different point of view.

I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you're not, I hope you

have the courage to start over again

I'll see you next week Very good, Jeffrey