and I’m on the 3rd change of clothes/shoes…there’s some kinda celebration up the street, probably at the La Salle Academy of fine drumming/xylophone and bad band music…ooh..our son graduated with a 4.0 in cymbals…right…get a job..the continual rains are taking their toll on what little remains of so-called sanity…even the Antiguenos are acting wierd…Tartines’ Francois actually spoke to me, commenting on the weather but he’s leaving town soon…3 weeks in the South of France..and i’m taking two weeks to go to SF/Palo Alto for a sex change operation…just kidding…are you following this? Peter the G or B…seen at Reilly’s with the rascally Jean-Marc…’hanging in the City, doing whatever it is that he does when he’s hanging…ask him about ‘strawberry cheesecake’…it’s fairly sick but consider the source…Ron the Sax Dude..on time for music at Ocelot…great professional, one of the few in these parts…DM at the bar, his partner/sidekick showing signs of wear and tear from the social scene in this den of iniquity known as Antigua…hey, I’m in, somewhat wet…but still semi-functional: it’s called pacing yourself, the secret to longevity and semi-healthy living…as if..monica and luis miguel in a huddle at DaVinci..Hector’s packed, people lined up outside waiting for a table…F2 doing business, El Cazadore Italiano collecting some beautiful people…i asked Marcel…’who are the babes in the corner?” change of subject: Fidel is talking in public again…but he sent a stand-in double…
there's something about a beard
i was asked tonight, twice, about the images/photos that sometimes appear here…the truth is that 80% are not my personal lady friends…but, from time to time…
I miss ’em all and don’t get to see them as often as
I’d like….but that’s living in Antigua, where we all have other lives and identities…i’ve threatened to take Hector to San Salvador, break his butt into some semi-serious debauchery….kind of like prep school..it’s is sooo liberating to be a dirty old man…
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