If you’re a regular visitor of my blog, you know that I’ve got some sort of sordid Colombian pueblo fetish…

I realized I was pretty much a freak show for writing such an intense letter to a country as if it were my lover. But the truth is, Colombia has had an powerful effect on me, and I owe it to her to publicize the truth here.

My interview subject, Niro Lopez, fell into my lap. I would have spent the whole day roaming campus, scanning the student body for those who “looked” revolutionary – whatever that means.

The accusations started flying out of her mouth like the vomit from Linda Blair’s in the Exorcist. As neither of us had ever been accused of stealing before, the situation took an ugly turn quickly.

I wasn’t sure if the students were working towards a degree or perfecting their blunt rolling technique.