Is This the Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy?

. . . and lurking around in Costa Rica!  YIKES!  But how true his words still ring. . .  

Caught in a landslideNo escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)

I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

Any way the wind blows

Doesn't really matter to me, to me.

(lyrics from "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen)