Our Man in Antigua

Yul Brynner as Pharoah, talking to Charlton NRA Heston aka Moses…too bad Yul’s gone…’be a great Egyptian president, altho Omar Sharif might be a more authentic choice…what’s up with the ‘Net’ and the phones today? slower than the Second Coming…referring to Christ, of course…John W and a new popsie strolling along 5ta norte early, looking for a place for breakfast..’wonder how El Muro is doing without his input/energy? slower probably…dos Reillys is getting their groove back: bar packed, tables full on a Sunday night…good for Henrik…’been a few anxious moments, i suspect..Chez Chris empty…alas..WTF? how much longer, how deep are the pockets? same-o same-o Sangre…actually an apt name, given how long they’ve been bleeding.  Murray! back from Tejas!…told him about the Steve James gig at Ocelot upcoming…Austin folks, gotta go, etc..no, didn’t do the bub quiz: I go to bars not to sharpen my wits but to dull them…and Brendan is  a ferocious wit/brain…in any battle of the wits with him, I’m the unarmed guy..The Mime Index? normal crowd…town emptied out early, car-wise..are H/E and ‘item’?…she’s sounding very giddy these days, not around and neither is he..much..hey, good for them..lotta flowers/candy being passed around today..ephemeral promises but…gotta have faith in the species…Luna Miel? packed..Ixcot the opposite…when are the owners going to count up the losses and pull the plug?..ElCaz italiano’s x-mas lights are still up and i like ’em…a pretty beacon in the night..the clouds came in, the winds blew the dust around and the purple blossoms of the jacaranda trees in the park are perfectomundo..there were some exceedinly tasty latina lolitas strolling around today: my merit badge for the DOM medal probably got a few…what?..Dirty Old Man medal..inspirations..hash marks..the ATM scam continues…BAC, the center of the problem, doesn’t/hasn’t done shit…no signs, no warnings..well, they are owned by Colombians but even so..give the tourists a break(right)an acquaintance was popped today on the right hand side machine(the safe one)..$1000…three charges of $wierd amouts..just like i was…what next? vodka break..there oughta be a Breathalyzer on keyboards/mobile phones, that’s whats next..write an app, please. I may have written something with my fingers that my body can’t cash but I’ll know more tomorrow just how deep the hole is that i may have dug..’it wasn’t me…it was my evil twin brother, Skippy’…Ignacio the Cuban, looking forlorn outside the Condesa..after seven marriages and a recently broken arrangement to play music, I’d feel the same way…maybe the reason the ‘net’ is slow today because of all the re-routed funds being sent to Bogota…not mine..they ‘got me’…