From Franc our Indoniesian ex pat

"For those of you who don't remember the show from three years ago, Frac was the star.
He left fame and poverty in Portland to go with a girl to her country and just enjoy the poverty part, he did get there in time for a giant tidal wave, earthquakes and smog.
To his credit, he gets to play with monkeys everyday.His non clown (plainface) name, is Justin Flood
d."


Hey Dude,

Are you moving out of the house? Have you moved yet? What are they doing with the place? I saw a satellite photo of the place on Google Earth the other day and you could see the stage and the shoe in the photo. Felt like the guy that built the Great Wall of China. And the stage didn't even require any slave labor, just luring a real carpenter into the backyard for a couple of hours with fun looking bikes.

It turns out that we weren't supposed to stay out of the country for over a year. So now we can't go home. We are now no longer American citizens or Indonesian citizens. We have some sort of gypsy status right now and I think the only place we're legal is Guam and I don't know where Guam is and don't have enough Rupiah to buy a ticket there, much less apply for a visa.

If we play our cards right (meaning we send hundreds of dollars to The Department of Homeland Security) we should be able to make it back by September. Then we'll come and bug you and probably start building something else you don't really want in your backyard for NASA to photograph...

Things are so much easier here. Whenever we have problems with my visa we just find the guy with the biggest mustache (following the theory of mustache to authority ratio) and slip him five dollars and a pack of cigarettes. Oh low level government corruption, how I will miss you.

Take care Dingo the Clown,

Justin the Expatriate