bedlam, noise, crowds, dueling music, drums, xylophones, an amplified marimba band with a smoke machine? where did the extra marching bands come from? i was outa town last year for this blow-out….there’s now so many drummers that they need to keep on marching/pounding from 7 to 7? looks that way…my ears are ringing, my rings are….well, not quite…but i have never ever had my pants vibrate, even to amplified music..here’s the scene: standing on the sidewalk between Citbank and Alex’ (empty)JEH/CD walkby…one of the school bands(with delicious pop tarts shakin’ it)and three ranks of bass drum players, five across…15, okay? my levi’s vibrated…no, NOT from the pop tarts in short skirts, dammit…the drums, dummy…the drums..o, my ear drums? what did you say?
another WTF? scene…a black dude in white basketball attire with his white girlfriend dressed in hot pants, abbreviated top…hooker outfit…how, why, etc? “oh.let’ go to Antigua’…what guidebook did they read? …no, this isn’t a racist rant…it’s an observation of totally inappropriate clothing outside of some urban areas we know of…well, i do…where do they stay and where are they eating? drinking? tres f….king strange, even for Antigua..and thanks, Shaun for the Bangkok flashbacks….70’s, 80’s and the last time..mid 90’s…great party town…food, dope, women and strangeness..AID’s killed it in the 80’s…or at least put a damper on what was risky behavior, not that i’d know anything about that…ask me about the ‘sandwich’ some time…
7pm…Flor, sis and the delightful Gina Cofino closing up Dasha…LM of DV next door…usual quiet night…i tried making a loop away from the park/noise…imposible…a four block radius didn’t work…drums..the drums…the horror, the horror..no, not whores…horror..
I like the way she holds the staff
‘making another Bull Durham ‘sausage/pork chop buy’ tomorrow..really…not code words for substance abuse…tis the best…the meat, you meat-head…the meat..
take your vitamins and getcher rest..tomorrow is the really big shew…show…
Our Man in Antigua 
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