six on one, seven of the other…who knows/cares?….one thing fur sure, dude….tons of tourists in town today..hordes, groups, clusters and a lotta Kodak moments….no, wait..Kodak is bankrupt/gonzo….Ipod moments? don’t ask, don’t smell…since i don’t have an Ipod/Ipad I can’t really comment and I’m still getting over leaving/losing my smaller camera a few weeks ago…blame it on the day, the excitement of playing at La Reunion…whatever…the nifty little Sony is history..
ah, the ‘unindicted co-conspirators’ group at Ocelot…missing only the JR…but still..Duane, freshly back from 10/11 days on the ‘river’…and no, he didn’t off Frank, the poor man’s Jack Palance…as I once considered doing…you’re a better man than I, Gunga Din…but then again, it wasn’t 5am in some sleaze hotel in Tecun Uman or whatver it was..
Nelson and Ron showing up on time for their gigs at Ocelot tonight..hard workin’ musicians..just about the time that i was leavin’..i had plans for going onweird but the table was packed in the patio with us senior citizens…i asked the question: of the six or so, how many had been in jail? answer: all of us…for one reason or the other…some typical, some strange and no, i’m not answering as to why i was in (for a few hours)…clue #1 FBI and that led to when Don Marco is scheduled to be released and that led to the guy who said he was from INTERPOL, which led to John Wilbur…what a buncha miscreants, eh?
after that…a chat about weaponry…perfect evening conversations..so, it’s the weekend and more processions..more City babes to lust after/drool about..more manana, given that i’m out/about
Our Man in Antigua 
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