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 intersection for 2 hours; waiting in the rain for the transit police to arrive. read more»

“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. but it’s still fun to hear. read more»

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. read more»