I committed Suicide. I threw myself into an abyss. I stood at the edge of a precipice, me facing Laredo, Texas, my back to Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas. I stretched my arms out from my sides, raised my palms to the sky, closed my eyes, felt the humid updraft on my skin... upon a cool dry breeze brushing my ears, I heard a whisper of familiar voices I had left behind in New York City two days earlier... I heard Michael, I heard Jonathan... They said, Don't worry Ross... Don't be afraid of the darkness... The light will appear with all your needs, but when you finally arrive at your destination... And I fell backwards into the darkness.
This was January 29th, 2003. Today is June 3rd, 2011. I'm a dead man walking in Mexico 8 years and 5 months... You may say, "but how can that be possible?
Well let me show you...
On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
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