Our Man in Antigua

per a note from John in Texas…”just found out about the corporate tax bullshit but should have it taken care in a week or two.”

‘since I’m outa here this morning for Monterrico and back late Sunday, etc..no updates, no chisme and no tears.

I’m depressed. Know that i enjoy seeing people do well, run a business, and succeed. I’ve done more start-ups, do overs and reinventions than i can remember and I’m pained to see someone that I liked go down in flames…I’ve traveled with John and I’ve traveled with Elle..I’d rather travel with John, because having been married to beautiful women, they tend to have ‘beautiful problems’…so what if he packed his nose on occasions? I’ve been packing mine long before he was born…his energy is awesome(and i hate that word)manic and infectious and i enjoyed traveling with him, which is something i rarely do, since traveling is…well, not easy…travail is the root word..

ran into a few people out tonight…Pat Farrell aka Sweeny, with the ever tasty Emma…eating out somewhere later..He Who Asked Not to Be Named at Cafe No Se, with Karla and Nelson…Ron on sax at Ocelot..great..the Lounge? going down the ‘all you can drink for 60q’ route…failure…ask Sangre, Studio 35 and the other losers..Lava’s new umbrellas are great and the whiff of sizzlin’ burgers from the patio below is just right…Michael T at Pina del Whatever, across from Angies…in from jogging..who knew? not me./Cafe Flor? packed! looked like either Peace Corps or Christians…

heard/checked it and unless there’s a very big error, one of our more active bar/cafe owners is on the Interpol ‘watch list’…the data matches too well…I’m flabbergasted..no, I’m fucking stunned…and the ripples/implications of this will be sizable..I’ve always liked pirates & buccaneers…some of my best friends…a Hell’s Angel or two, a person who shall remain nameless…one of the top 20 gunmakers in the world…and his clients? there’s a colorful, ‘take no prisoner’s attitude towards life,as in ‘full speed ahead’ that I  enjoy being around…now that I’m mostly retired, older and perhaps a bit wiser I can observe from afar…hell, I once worked for a pirate…charged/convicted of piracy on the high seas..ex-hard-hat diver, demolition dude and the starter of more bar fights that I care to remember, because Skip his son and I would have to step in..damn…this depresses me. A pirate with a golden ear ring got me to India and the ruby mine..one of the many reasons i like antigua is the variety of characters: yeah, there’s some sleazoids, drunks and scam artists but there’s also a rich vein of people with amazing backgrounds…if i hadn’t given my cannons away i’d probably load one up and touch it off…goddamn..maybe, just maybe, some good news from a place near sipacate…nope, can’t tell..wait…if so…hallejuyah or whatever..I could use some good news. JP i didn’t give a shit about…Don Marco i always had a wierd feeling about…but John? if it’d been a DEA thing, I would’ve understood..El Muro quiet, understandably…el caminante oddly dead at 7 or so..wtf? maybe mercury is retrograde and the moon is in uranus…hasta domingo, posible..