The Native strikes again

The Native called me just after I finished that last post. We spent a good deal of time deciphering a Brazilian address that I needed, hoping that we hadn't screwed up the spelling or anything. Then he gushed out a bunch of newly-discovered dark family secrets that were utterly hilarious. Somehow we ended up talking about his money situation and he again considered the pros and cons of selling himself on a street corner. But in the end he promised to guard his carnal treasure.

And so my defiance has faded. What can I say? The man knows me.