Outlaw

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
-The Clash

Well...I found a flat. Tremendous. Everything i always wanted. It´s the top floor so there are 2 terraces! WiFi, cable, and a the other guy is a mellow computer geek named Chema (Spanish) who works nights. Perfect you say? Ahh... but this is the Spanish Exile we are talking about: a time and space beyond normal comprehension. Rod Serling has nothing on me.

He offered me the flat and i accepted, but need to call him tonight to see when i can move in. Here´s the rub. It´s a rent controlled flat through the Madrid gov. This means we both have to sign when the contract renews in May. The problem... i still don´t have a work Visa. Now walking into the Madrid Capital offices and saying I´m here illegally is not what i had in mind.

So i have two choices...ask him tonight if he can sign alone til i get this all straightened out. Or... do a Kansas City Shuffle.

"What´s a Kansas City Shuffle?" you ask. Well, you´d know if you ever saw Lucky Number Slevin. But suffice it to say, when they look left, you go right. Which means i could wait to address this problem with him until May and i am already there a month. And then say "lawdy lawdy guvner!, my Visa didn´t come through yet!" I mean, I am working on it. Life is ugly.

What to do, what to do?

Life as an outlaw. It´s not all chocolate trees and gumdrop houses. But it´s great theater. Unless it´s you.