Anonymous sources tell me he got drunk with a "lady of ill repute" near IAH, attempted to drive home, got confused and went to the airport, and was telling a ticket agent he wanted "some chili." His desires were misinterpreted with his slurred speech, and he wound up on a plane destined for the Western South American coast. Always one to make lemonade out of lemons, he lay in a hammock studying thesauri (that's plural for more than one thesaurus, I hope) and dictionaries, staring at the blue water, making plans to come back and hijack rr's guested account. However, while Way-Way was still in a highly inebriated state, the blue water turned brown and rose, engulfing Wayward and his hammock. When he asked a Chilean official what the fuck was going on, Wayward misunderstood the official's response. Wayward is now hunting for the low-class hooker named "Sue Nommi," who he thinks defacated on him.
All of you well-meaning souls may send donations, if you like. I understand if enough money is sent to Chili, officials there will hold him indefinitely.