I escaped jail for the second time and finally got out of Colombia. I should have been happy, but my feelings were forlorn. I could never return. I would never drink the waters or the local rum or a perfect cup of coffee again. I already missed my friends, associates, and all our pleasant, exciting times together. With two counts of jailbreak, possession of six thousand pounds of marijuana, and violation of Colombian airspace, I would serve a total of twenty years in prison if I ever return. Good-bye, Colombia. I shall always think of you with love.