Tropical Life
mama told me not to come
“the room looked like the site of some disastrous zoological experiment involving whiskey and gorillas.” hunter thompson. new years eve – by midnight every flat surface in my apartment is covered with green cans and empty plates. the floor is a sticky sancocho of spilled beer, rum, and pineapple cake. smoke fills the air making [...]
2008 – Bring it on bruja
Predicions – this year the PRD will go down faster than a Dominican hooker in a $10 pushbutton, and the surprise winner of the 2009 presidential election will be supermarket king ricardo martinelli. so says Aghata Lys, Peruvian witch. not only has Aghata declared the PRD dead in ’08. she also thinks torrijos should start [...]
estoy cansado ya.
12/19 – i’d love to be able to report my bloodshot eyes and pounding headache are due to my deadly encounter with senor aubelo, or that i’ve been infected with some new strain of syphilis. i can’t. truth is, i’ve picked up el gripe. it’s seems almost inevitable that i’d get sick. i’ve spent the [...]
trouble is my business
el cangrejo – i was breaking in a new liver with old man abuelo when okke’s message arrived. it was a hot, wet, panama day, and you couldn’t keep your forehead dry with a sea sponge. “let’s get together and talk. 3pm, the del prado.” the message read. cryptic bastard. so you’ve come up for [...]
Getting straight on the day of the dead
“prohibido chupar hasta la medianoche de hoy.” i stare back at the front page of today’s Mi Diario. “hasta la medianoche?” bastards. how’s the average gringo expected to remain sober until midnight? i’m just lucky i have weed. i ask a native why i can’t drink today. she tells me it’s “the way we show [...]
