it’s on page 74 in the Kama Sutra…ah, this town, this day and this night…perfect weather, the crowds, the Mime blocking 5ta with his act…’figured out that we’re blessed with two caricaturistas, you know the guys who draw you in a semi-cartoon fashion? what would happen if they had a ‘draw off’..? face to face, pastel chalk in hand, ready, set and go!
Piano M and Moriah doin’ the early show at Caffe Bourbon, Ignacio the Cuban hanging by El Portal, dressed for a gig later…the almost full moon up, Jupiter lighting up the eastern skies, tasty Capitalinas lighting up the streets and the jade stores..ever hoping for action…any kind…
‘been trying to figure out if this Pontiac is a ’57 or ’58…’going with ’58…whatever, it’s cool…a mildly racist joke? Pontiac stands for poor old n……r thinks its a Cadillac…thanks, one and all, for the solution to my espresso machine and the mineral build-up…white vinegar worked and the machine is back to pumpin’ just fine..I’m drinkin’ some vinegar now, with the hopes that it’ll clean out my tubes equally.
Seriously, i’m impressed with the way the Guate’s do the election stuff…it’s a family affair, part social and part civic pride/duty…folks up in the YouEss of A take it as a pain in the culo…I know people who never vote,por ejemplo…:what does it matter?’…ask Al Gore re Florida 2000..yeah, we know that we’re being stroked by the politicians…promises, promises…they’re handicapped by working with 150 other politicos, every one with their hand out or snout in the trough…just like getting remarried…the triumph of hope over experience.
sheesh..November is under way…December looms in the rear view mirror, the scotch is running low(serious problem) and it’s Monday soon. I love this town..
Our Man in Antigua 
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