Arizona
Squanto Had It Right
I’ve always enjoyed Thanksgiving in Panama: the music tipico, “chicha fuerte”, and those funny conquistador hats. I remember one year we cooked up a conejo. Another time we broiled an iguana. At least I was told it was iguana. It could have been monkey balls for all I know. Not that I’m complaining. Everyone knows [...]
One Day At A Time
Peering through the locked windows of the Arizona Addiction and Recovery Center while rolling a fat blunt and waiting for a call back from one of my favorite phone sex operators, it hits me that if I’m going to start fresh there are some things for which I need to atone. Once, while sitting in [...]
No Burritos
When I step out of Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport it’s so hot it feels like my eyeballs are cooking in my head. “It’s been 110 degrees for 3 days straight,” the van-man says. That would be perfect if I was in town to cure meat. “Take me to the bone yard my good man [...]
