damn…two days and a night? kind of a Guatemalan version of the Hotel California…you can check out but you don’t want to leave…
the new two rooms are large…the bathrooms very ‘euro…better than anything except..maybe Dos Mundos..Peter busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest…the heel is healing but the crutches are still necessary…what happens when a load of 12 show up?..flip those burgers, Erez the exceedingly interesting Israeli surfer ‘turns to. and the beat/burgers go on..
tough duty
ah…young babes in bikinis…the moon? outrageous…the waves? ‘the best in Central America’ per Erez, who’s surfed from Israel to Sri Lanka and up/down our coasts..I can’t deny this..I travel, up one side and down the other..the coasts, dammit..Frank of Nim Pot donating his van on Monday for the bartender/waitstaff day at the Beav…oughta warn you that some serious dents were made in the liquor section…and ‘dents’ might describe some physical effects this morning..I’m booking it for Semen Satan, at least for a couple of nights..
beat me, whip me...sorry, no checks
very interesting neighbors Peter has…and I’ll leave it at that..there was the most neurotic gringa on the shuttle i’ve ever run into(and that says a lot)…’jerked everyone’s chain many times…L-M…she’s a four star bitch on wheels..semi-psychotic and either from LA or NY…avoid this person…whew…soo very good to get outa town and the crowds..stars, sunrise, sunset..quiet…sound of the surf..paradise a few hours away, just as I always felt it was..i’ve been asked about a rant of mine a few weeks ago regarding a widow with children and a certain ‘person’…’person’ is too kind a word..i look out for my family and my friends..if someone i care about is being screwed with and i don’t step up, my personal honor is called into question…as simple as that…the ‘offer’ is still on the table, btw..twas very good to swap stories with Peter…cross-referencing other locals and their bullshit…Antigua is such a swamp of lies, half-lies and innuendos(and iu don’t mean Italian suppositories)well..let me think about this…there might be some Italians that fit the bill…if you’re thinking of going out to the Castor Salado, get a move on..sunscreen yes..moviestar doesn’t work there..turn the f…..cking phone off…take a deep breath and enjoy an unique place..’glad to be home…mostly…it’d be almost sunset there by now…dream on..post script per mention…this operation(the Beav)wouldn’t be what it was, is or might have been and will be, without Lisa Marie…truly a work of blood, sweat and tears…from the days of sleeping on the beach to this? a freakin’ miracle of the third kind…wait..am I channeling Truffaut?..when i start making mountains outa mashed potatoes..etc..
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