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I returned to the U.S.
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I returned to the U.S.

At the end of September, 2025, I took a bus from Guayaquil to Salinas, Ecuador.

In mid-September of 2025 I found myself in a $16-per-night room in Guayaquil, Ecuador.

After a disastrous 2024, I spent January with Karen and her girls in Ecuador.

By the spring of 2024, due to a combination of bad luck, bad decisions, Karen’s ongoing medical problems, her brother’s appendectomy, and her daughter’s bout with dengue, I was drowning in debt.

I’ve jumped around a bit since starting this Substack a little over a year ago.

When I’d at last had enough of Human Inertia, I left Global Inventures, intending to spend the next year finishing the house I’d started building—and writing, as time allowed.

About a month ago, I posted an appeal for help because my friend Karen’s young daughter, Allie, was running a high fever and needed medical attention that Karen could not afford.

Over the past several weeks I’ve been working on various AI-enabled writing and publishing tools.

Continuing the story of my efforts to hold down a job