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July 29, 2005
ham hocks number in Juarez
so me and the young beauty go into her darkened cell or maybe it was her room but very small and difficult to navigate especially when you're under a sheet and trying to stir the molasses into a lubricous thing without a headlight. she said her older brother had the bad habit of getting put in jail for stealing things from the five and dime like blocks of cheese and glass cleaner in the little town where they grew up which she had escaped but he had not and did I ever steal blocks of cheese and did I like where I grew up and of course no and hell no from me on those inquiries as I fumbled with the hooks on her brassiere. Outside it was thunder but no rain and she said that thunder scared her and that in Juarez there was very little thunder and she liked that about the place, how long had she lived in Mexico I asked and she waxed on dreamily as if a film had flickered on somewhere inside her head: I came here when I was 17 with some friends on spring break and when it was time to go home I ran away with this lying bastard Id met in a club a couple nights before who promised the good life and all the accessories on the beaches of Acapulco but got me strung out on heroin in TJ instead so he could rent me out to filthy men that had the smash for it, the money that is and on and on she went...the fan whirled above our heads as I took her confession and worn flesh hand in hand into my tired brain where all the confessions of the world waited in line for some form of an apology but doesnt the sadness make you feel authentic I wondered to myself as she stroked my hair and I tasted the salt on her breasts like bitter fruit but who's complaining when your in the sack with such an unpolished beauty as this one was, only nineteen she had said and Im a bit farther down the line than that myself no spring chicken in these boots baby...well at least you got rid of your pimp and are your own boss now I tell her but no she says she hadnt gotten rid of him some men had shot him to death in TJ six months ago in front of the Gordo Gato while she waited in the car, she got out and ran back to their hotel packed her stuff and got on the first bus that passed the place, deeper into mexico and to hell with going back to her family an embarrassment to them anyway having a 19 year old junkie and whore for a daughter who had an ass like a ham hock. what do you mean an ass like a ham hock I wondered and she must of read the question off of my face because she said well, Tico, that was his name, Tico, he used to tell me I had an ass as firm as a ham hock and that it was as tasty as one too only his English wasnt the best when he was drunk which he usually was so it always sounded like he was saying 'choo az taze like a ham-ock' and well what the hell did a hammock have to do with my ass and it took me a long time to ask him that and when I did he laughed reaaly hard for about 10 whole minutes and when he finally stopped he said HAM HOCK not hammock you little fool, and then he told me that he'd lived in the united state once for a year, in new orlean and would get ham hocks with butter beans every tuesday for lunch at a place called Marsailles and would watch them in the kitchen from his stool at the bar cutting the ham hocks off of the huge slabs of pigs ass and how he used to think about he'd like to get ahold of that well at least it made more sense than a hammock anyway...I watched her inkwell of hair spill over the dirty pillow and her lips writhe over her teeth as I rode her and she finally quit talking as I think she was getting into the groove of things here in the now...after the fireworks I dismounted and washed my cock in the sink and she began to whistle a song that rang a bell somewhere on the front desk of my mind but I just wanted to have a pull from the mescal and take a moment in the shadows to ponder her cocaine thighs and buttocks beneath the last remaining light before inventing a reason to leave even though I would see her again tomorrow of course for another bargain go-around and what would her daddy say if he could see her now without her pigtails and picked flowers just for you but maybe it was never like that with him and then again maybe he was the reason she hated that town so much and man she hadnt talked so much the first night no she was just interested in the satisfying of my needs department not that I minded hearing her life story as it kept me from thinking about my own too much...well I told her Im gonna go get a bite to eat before I head back to my place and Ill probably see you again tomorrow at El Rey if you were there and would you be, yes, well until then and then a lovers kiss and then I close the door tightly and adjust my belt on the way down the stairwell towards the plaza de armas and its wooden benches and carts where the mustached men sell tacos and cold beer on this early july evening in Juarez Mexico
Posted by Drexler at July 29, 2005 07:31 PM