Friday, June 20, 2008

A Few Days Back.

Climate so insidiously hot - I wake in a pool of sweat. Fan don't work - spins but don't work. I prepare a cuppa joe and watch the morning news. Click on the laptop and start on that damn manuscript. What a monster it is but seems to have taken life of it's own and writes itself.
Late night invited my friend Enrique to the Chihuahua State Fair and he invited a guy named Marlon. Marlon - tall, fair skinned metrosexual type who was utterly shocked to find I was a homosexual - stated sternly his passion for women, understand. I let that slide and enjoyed the evening anyway.
The fair was a bust - rickety carnival rides, shyster gaming booths, and over priced grotesque foods of all sorts. Flies danced their dance in swarms. Hit a couple of the rides but too scary for my nelly ass, I suppose. So us three decided to return downtown and just waste the rest of the evening drinking.
Getting lit, my evil fag intentions were clear in the fact that I planned to seduce fair Marlon in my own way. After the bars closed, said goodnight to Enrique and ushered Marlon to my flat for a nightcap of martinis and whiskey. Nothing. Just talked. Which was okay with me - these things must be done delicately so as not to harm the spell. Good night, Marlon - see you next time.
Next time was manana in which Marlon took it upon himself to come over for dinner and while we sat there watching Cloverfield he blurted out if I had any porn. But of course, fair lad - but of course.
Slipped the DVD in and with one movement the boy flung his Armani clothes to the floor and began stroking his impressive member. Now, this is the guy that stated with a beating of chest that he loved women of all classes, right? Anyways, I took Marlon's suggestion and gave him a little head with gusto. Had to make a good first impression, you know what I'm saying? So, the boy gushed all over my blanket and bid me a good one.
I sat in my darkened room going over my manuscript - Miles Davis be-bop wailing over the stereo and pondered my future with this kid. Slowly, I decided - slowly.
Next day, William Wiggins decided to make the journey across the frontier and spent the afternoon bar hopping. At Bar Olympico - J-Town's notorious daddy bar - two old vultures cooed and spewed all over my young friend much to his chagrin. Returned to my flat William and I and spent an hour wasslin' on my bed. The boy is dumb as a brick but so pneumatic in the hips. Willy returned stateside and I prepared a nice plate of stir fried veggies and a glass of Merlot.
Marlon decided to pay me a visit again and invited me to the bars of ProNaf - the high end of Juarez. Sure - why not? First we went to Pockets - a swanky billiards pub that reminds me of any straight pool hall Stateside. Hi-fives and back slapping amongst the boys and bored twinkling smiles of their girls. Bad service from the waiters so onward to the massive barn called Ole! Ole!
Ten peso caguamas and good music. Marlon and I sat in the VIP section and tried to work off a bottle of whiskey that I had purchased but it was to big for the two of us. Luckily, a few of Marlon's friends began to filter in and the time was a drunken spree of laffs and dancing. I tell you with these Mexican nationals, the alcohol really brings out the fag in them. Two Ambercrombie and Fitch clones began their moves on the only American in the joint as Marlon cruised the local ladies. More hotties began talking with me in a come hither way and I just thought how much I love this country.
As all good things, the joint closed and shit faced as all get out Marlon and I hitched a ride with some broad that knew Marlon - speeding rapidly to his house bought free and gratis by his daddy. Grabbing my hand, Marlon flung me to the bed and kissed with such passion that it hurt. Clothes were ripped off and flung about, erections exposed and then Marlon passed out.
Yup. That's it. You read right. I lay next to this naked Adonis snoring ever so lightly with frustrated passion. Ah, what the hell, I thought. I ain't no lascivious creep - I put my arm around him and dosed myself.
Round 5am I was awoken by Marlon's half assed attempt to make out but he just fell back in with Morpheus. I dressed, kissed him on the forehead and quietly left the building. Stumbling home in the gray dawn of intoxication I angrily loathed that fucker but it quickly passed. Home crawled into my bed inhabited by ghosts and passed out.
William woke me at 11am and could tell I was hungover and in no mood for any shit. But my long time friend smoothed me out with his beautiful erection and afterwards an ice cream from around the corner. Yes, though I sometimes more than less treat him like crap - William does have his wonderful moments. Leaving around 4pm - I bid Willy adios and worked a little more on my manuscript. That evening I spent some time alone at The Yankee Bar - a convenient dive around the corner from my place thinking of what I should do. It seems I have spending most of my time in bars and not on the things at hand - whatever they may be. What do you do in life when you have no goal - no direction. I mean, I am not speaking in a destructive kind of way - just in a free kind of way with out malice. Hmmm....
Next day, spent with Marlon - he thinking I am angry with him but nah, not one of those bitter fags to hold a grudge - life is too short and fun for that shit. We talked ate burritos and ran into a young girl that knew Marlon. Sitting on the steps of the Cathedral and eating ice cream we joked and laughed. But, I wasn't feeling it I wanted to go back home and write write write. And so I did. Saying goodbye to Marlon and Zelma, I walked into the scorching afternoon sun to do what I had to do...and I did.

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