so…the first bar fight at Ocelot…a sodden, aka smashed antigueno, made the wrong moves late and got pummeled…no…ass kicked…hey, it just adds to the cachet or legend..Shawn feeling new pains in parts of the body unused to slugging people….Fusion II! killer!…great menu, excellent wine list, superb ambience…etc, etc…Alex Bell!…dammit…go kick ass on 4th calle, the black hole of restaurants, make them fear you and wish that they’d had your vision…John and Max, making El Muro into a force to be reckoned with…John, the recently released animal, spent a few days at the lake…Chalet Tony…haven’t heard of it but i suppose that field research is indicated..yeah, I understand, only too well…my last two wives were models and then I fell into the pit known as Vegas…oooh, a whole other world of wierdness(dont’ ask, don’t tell) it was good when it was good but hell when the timer was up and the lights/cameras weren’t rolling…
it's Vegas, baby
The recently circulated new manifesto, supposedly by the Muni consejo regarding closing times and who would be targeted…bogus, fake and a bad joke…per a very reliable source, the Mayor is looking at an 11 pm closing, with a leeway of 11:30 to sweep out the dregs (you and me)…funny, I never thought of myself as a ‘dreg’…ah…mortality rears its ugly head: I get the results of a biopsy in the morning…either i’m fine or I have six months to ponder…when I was a medic in the Nam 40 years ago, we were all bullet-proof even though the concept of sudden lights out was part of the deal…now..if its ‘B’, I’ll check in with my daughters, my 93 year old mom and return to Antigua and keep on keepin’ on…no reason to change…I’m happy here, one way or the other…another round, another lap dance(as if)…I’ve only had one lap dance, paid for by April, my long-ago sweetheart in Vegas..I could never reconcile the concept of being teased without…well, you know…visualize, goddammit..the rains come and go…with any luck, I’m back to the Pacific coast next week, doing Sipacate, right down the road from Kaopectate..well, if one had to…absolutely had to…do a lap dance, then the exceedingly delicious Ashley of Lips in San Salvador would be my choice…hello, Dan! reservations please…I am so glad that i don’t live any closer..I’d be cashing my Social Security checks on her…I’ll be back in El Salvador in a month or so, anyway…assignment($$)to write more about that delicious little country that i love so much..Ashley…damn…know that I’ve seen more than a few dancers/strippers/etc over the years and the planet..she…beat me, whip me…make me write bad checks…penny.. have you left town already? damn…
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