notes from el cheapo
it’s raining again, and i’m in the back of a taxi with alex (my girlfriend) $260 worth of groceries, booze, and x-mas lights. our [tag]chirstmas tree[/tag]‘s strapped to the roof. most of this stuff is for the relatives. the girlfriends – not mine. i guess they haven’t mastered cooking turkey on a hot plate, because [...]
the darkness closing in
the end of another cool day in [tag]panama city[/tag]. a breeze picks up, and a bruise-like darkness edges closer. crazy rayos of lightning brighten the sky over the distant hills. on the street in front un choque de carros. a rich man’s suv has rammed a poor man’s taxi. the angry drivers have been blocking [...]
the hard way
“hola senor lindo.” that’s what women call out to me from the streets of panama city. has a nice ring to it – don’t you think? my girlfriend always snickers whenever she hears that. and yeah, i know it’s not sincere. these women are only trying to sell me something, or even better, sell themselves. [...]
in da house
like the tired, prune-faced whores who hit p-city seeking a cheap plastic surgeon, Panama After Hours is getting a facelift. It’s time. In the coming weeks I’ll be testing, tweaking, and Botoxing this theme (and many others). Don’t be alarmed.
