whatever that means: I just made it up…which is more than i’ve felt like doing since Saturday or so. Ever have a patch of people letting you down or not?…o hell, who cares? I thought maybe, since I loaned my umbrella in a gentlemanly fashion to a lady on sunday, who took my card and said she’d write…I also thought that after the 4th or 5th phone call to another person that he’d A: return the calls or B: do what he said he was gonna do…yeah, theres other instances of folks goin’ sideways…who cares? maybe another margarita or two and I won’t care.
Tono’s back in town and looking good…healthy, tanned and very unlike his sometime dissipated self, when he’s channeling Errol Flynn….find a copy of Cuban Rebel Girls…Flynn’s last movie, shot in Havana, 1958/59….I had it on VHS but it disappeared from the houseboat…yeah, Worsely…I know it..
looks like I’ve settled in to A-town…’went to the paca for some photos/story material and bought my first shirt there..most of my clothes date from 4-8 years ago and they’re fading/wearing out and i’ll be damned if i’ll go to the city for anything less than a root canal…
tonight? guess i’ll go by DV and see if Ms C is working…el muro? don’t know yet…well, yes she was and looking superb..der Henrik and Neil the C outside Dos Reilly’s…looks like a lotta bar owners quit early tonight…Sean, Alex not even open, Marcel of Caz Italiano bagging it early, Tartines swimming upstream against the current, Eduardo of La Esquina with his lady friend…a generally quiet night, not a bad thing.
and yes, i gave up on the not smoking concept…with the increased sense of smell it became apparent that motor fumes from the tuk-tuks/chicken buses were wafting into Bangalore Bob’s…the choice was to light off a honduran pall mall, some nag champa and suck it all in…so i did…ah..go by El Cazadore Italiano and ogle the bottle of 1942 or 1492 tequila…$100 a bottle in SF, 2000q here…..back in the day of $$$ this was a good way to blow money…i’m thinkin’ that El Caz has one of the better assortments of booze in this town..if only Marcel could stuff a big chevy V8 in his Chevelle..he’s working on the body and the interior..can you say ‘tuck and roll?’..ah, tiajuana days…the innocent days of the Blue Fox..the Long Bar…drunken sailors and the donkey show.
Our Man in Antigua 
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