Thursday, April 10, 2008

How Industrial.

Decided it was high time to jump over to J-Town (That's Cuidad Juarez, Mexico you ignorant assholes.) And check to see if Maria is holding any apartments.
Heat shimmered and hot wind blew over that spanning International bridge. Walked the broken concrete through honking horns begging Indians screaming hawkers. Beefed up security they did on account of the Cartel Wars - sullen faced gray uniformed patrols stood on every corner with an Uzi dangling from their hip.
Four blocks in, I slinked down the sewage smelling alley - a carpet of rusted beer bottle tops and syringes cover the dirty road to Maria's trap and of course she had apartments - can't fight fate, I reckon. Will be moving on the 3rd of May to that turquoise adobe building. Darted over to the optometrist and bought some contact lenses from The Fat Man. Ate lunch at Taco Lucas and shot the shit with the cook - old time pal named Chuey. Has it been eight years we've known each other? Time passes. He's as handsome as ever - with four kids yet!
Walked through The Old Mercado - changed alot, new pavement - sat drinking jamaica in front of the Cathedral blinking in that unrelentless Mexican sun with that bright bloody blue sky. Muscular handsome cops in bright blue uniforms and body armor patrolled everywhere. Stopped in an Internet Cafe and chatted with a ghost from Costa Rica - once I was done the sky was a dull brown and strong winds blew dirt and filth in every direction. Can't beat these damn dirt storms...time to head back. Passed the INS with just a wave of the hand.
Back in El Paso, sat in a coffee shop The Percolator and sipped coffee watching the dirt storm rage outside. Ghastly. The loneliness is numbing. Sun sets and I hitch a bus back home waiting to move again to Juarez on the first of May.
When you are free to do anything and all possibilities are tasty - what do you do?

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