A young man named Juan Carlos moved in next
to my room, asphyxiating me with futbol scores...thin and sickly and
continually fidgeting with candles and religious icons of that condescending
bitch Guadalupe, goes on and on about his novia and lack of funds to support
her...A cockroach crawls slowly up the blue chipped paint wall...I look out my
window to the hotel across the street. A dark-skinned whore of Mayan descent
with floppy breasts and discolored teeth stood in the door and asked for a
cigarette from a scrawny young man... She steps in and takes off her yellow
slip and stands naked...the young man drops his ragged pants - erection
swinging free - and lies down on the dirty bed, smoking a Delicado, hard and
waiting...
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