funny how lives can differ ... one for diversity

an ancient friend of mine once took off to Peru, sick of living in Hellgium, scrapped all the copper pieces he could find and bought a one-way ticket ...
arrived there with no plan, fell out of money, nearly died from some jungle disease then after pulling through saved up selling self-made stuff on the street, then got the amazingly bright idea to buy half a kilo of cocaine which he found to be amazingly cheap there and send it to himself back to hellgium

by snailmail ...

upon arrival the narcos were waiting at the mailbox to collect him as he collected ....

on survival in Peru ... and diversity,...
another old friend and used-to-be-foreman i met when things were really dark working in the only place that would have me in the night shift , the sleaziest shadiest factory in town did about five years of hard time in Peru for smuggling cocaine back and forth over miami back to Hellgium, where as it turns out you get about nothing, not even a matress to sleep on so he had to pitfight, boxing for money to get a bit of coin to get privileges ... with his brother in law ... then got back to Hellgium where the feds were waiting cos he hadnt done his sentence here yet ...

good times, reminiscence, old friends and memories

sounds so far fetched most people think im a drunk pirate so i rarely bring it up, but your title brought it up hahah
goes to show the difference, being born in the land of no-portunity

surviving is a relative concept, which doesnt make yours any less i hope

only different :p

its way over ten years ago and i wasnt with either of them so wether you choose to believe it or not dont worry about prosecution by the colombian cartel, el santo or the dea for accomplice-by-reading-snuff lulz ... vida loca , its not always shiney