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November 30, 2005
Absinthe
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it." - Ernest Hemingway
Posted by Drexler at 02:42 PM
dental tools and cheap vodka
when you finally have some good mixer for your booze, many bad ideas appear to be good, or at least, plausible. From the terrace where I guzzled my vodka\lemonada Id noticed a dentist supply store across the way. Well didnt I always feel like I could clean my teeth better than those jokers in the white bibs with the huge magnifying glass? All I needed were the properly shaped tools and someone stupid enough to sell them to me. I pointed to the dusty looking thing in the display case and the terrified looking man said it was a dollar and a half.....upstair blood and vodka flowed freely into the sink in the hallway and I can only wonder what the other guests thought was happening as they passed by the surgeon....then I crawled into bed and watched some scrambled black and white porn until blood coagulated elsewhere....The next morning after tracking down some worthless money at the market the wife stepped into a vetinarian supply shop and bought a bottle of ketamin for $7.....If I live to be fourty my mortician will be very surprised...why do the argentine women look like that, like life isnt cruel enough with mauled infants in the arroyo and broken bottles of $200 rum, they have to go and make these latin sultanas with there split tails and polished opals? Fuck my eyes.....as long as the money keeps mysteriously falling out of the ATM then the USA can kiss my green eggs and ham....beer time is just beginning to fall over the lid of the acacia, I must go and seize the moment..
D.
Posted by Drexler at 02:15 PM
November 24, 2005
how to score with a broken glass of varnish
a pair of dogs fucking under the wicker mesh
the hombre slips underneath the bitch like someone shoved a chair beneath him, instead of out from under him...but his tallywacker doesnt become disengaged and now they are facing opposite directions somehow, twitching like crackheads and as confused as siamese twins.
the wife takes her washed up unemployment credit card to the ATM for a laugh and really begins laughing when its spits out seven hundred dollars for no apparent reason...we bought a liter of cuban rum and a couple captive necklaces we had our eyes on...also, the rasta that sold Nicole her necklace part times as a newspaper delivery boy, the issue we purchased had a very nice fold out on page six which contained a banana sized chunk of weed. This newspaper cost $9, about the same as a french copy of Vogue at an airport news stand.....
I sat down at a table and ordered something for dinner, what i got was a mashed potato slab sculped to look like a lobster and filled with chunks of shrimp...where am I?.....
In the mornings I go down to the beach to watch the surfers nearly amputate one another..however the girls seem more interested in the rip curls than curling irons...my hat is off to them....
I go to the market and buy green peppers, red peppers, orange chiles and red chiles and them some onions and garlic.. then I throw it all to Nicole , who I lock in the kitchen with a box of linguine..."As soon as you make it right you can see the sun"
Diazapam costs ten cents for ten miligrams and I eat them like handfuls of Reeces Peices...then I trace the formats of mahogany skinned girls whose bathing suits seem rude and perhaps even vulgar; standing in the way of the eyes of invention...it would all make some fine chop over a night near the campfire with a bottle of wine and fallatio....
I have no idea why the vultures are waiting so long for things to fail, by the looks of things they will be eating each others bones in the end....
We rolls joints with licorice papers and stroll darkened promenades by the shore looking for a cove to smoke them, near dimly lit tents and restless dogs....we go to the milk bar and order drafts and a table of backgammon to keep the wandering eyes in my pants as a blonde nymph writhes on the couch in her jean skirt and exposes her innocent panties to the civilized world whose wires are sparking and short circuiting over the injustice of the moment, no fingers or tumblers dare be nimble enough to reply...
D.
Posted by Drexler at 09:01 AM
November 13, 2005
the inca trail
the clouds appeared
to be falling apart
into the salad bowl
into the valley
below
and even small children
and small change
are inseperable
tossing her ice cream
onto the pavement
when mother took away
her coins
to pay the grocer
a man with no hands
deals cards
he does not share
your expectations
and along the pan american highway
amongst the fog and woolen caps
the frozen expression of the dead
lying akward in the gutter
we prepare a minor feast
on a stove in the shower
we tap into the nicaraugan rum
and exchange pleasantries
with the other drifters
passing through
sometimes you waken
from the throes of the night
and wonder where
you are
you have been everywhere
you have been nowhere
the world is just a carousel
the world is just a bundle of images
that you try to retain
proof
of an effort
that few will ever recognize
Posted by Drexler at 01:05 PM
November 10, 2005
el rey del burrito
I must drop a note here for posterity, one day when my remaining brain cells are drowned out in the vodka mush I will have proof of todays meal at El Rey del Burrito...On the way into town on the bus yesterday we saw a sign for Burrito´s, I made a mental note where it was and hoped we would be within striking distance of the place from our hotel. After spending the day roaming around the city and buying supplies for tomorrows train ride (tickets, chilean wine, sourdough bread, peanut butter)we found the burrito place and decided to have lunch there. The food in Ecuador is pretty repetitive, usually its a piece of chicken or beef, white rice, menestra beans and french fries. The chance of having a real burrito did not take much brain work. Looking over the menu we saw that the price were pretty close to what they would be in the states but we thought we`d treat ourselves. Ordering foriegn food in local restaurants has not always worked out well for me but you have to try sometimes I suppose, just to keep the statistics honest if nothing else. I ordered the El Rey Burrito, which is the house specialty. Its supposed to be King size. Nicole ordered the vegitarian burrito...We waited, we drank beer, we feared the coming of the food....Nicoles came, served on a food long wooden board with three wells carved out in it, each filled with lettuce and cheese, guacamole, and pico de gallo...her burrito was in a foot long home made flour tortilla...vegetables and melrted cheese were spilling out of both ends...before we could recover enough to comment my block was brought, except that my block was 2 feet long, just like my burrito...after we quiet giggling and staring in astonishment we cut into them with the steak knives and fork that were supplied. In one end of mine was shredded chicken with diced onions and cheese, in the other end was diced steak, refried beans and cheese. I worked methodically, bringing many years expertise to the situation. With the exception of the Guacamole I got all the dressings involved, blending textures and daydreams, sucking at my beer and wiping my forehead.....the rest is blurry...we paid and mumbled broken words of spanish to the woman of thanks...we wandered the streets in a daze..where did they learn how to do that...why were we leaving...I clutched the napkins in my pocket for proof...El Rey del Burrito; we thank you
D.
Posted by Drexler at 03:10 PM
November 06, 2005
Plato de Gato
the pillow smelled of mildew and I had tried to light it on fire earlier in the evening but the wife had warned me that we would have no pillow upon which to lie and so I let the flame dwindle...I poured the rest of my drink into the drawer of the nightstand and flipped off the light. However, sleep never quite took...if it wasnt the plotting of mosquitos and the plotting of my counterplots, it was various members or tandems of the drunken Bagota dance troupe wacking on the front gate every 15 minutes, trying for their beds or toilets, cackling at the wall or to one another in a volume that would warrant a moving violation in the suburbs of West Virginia. The last, and worst of these attacks came at 5:30 AM, and rather than drop a table of top of them (I was on the 2nd floor)I opened a bottle of warm beer and washed my face in the tiny sink...We had a bus to catch out of here at 7 and I figured better to be early than sober. I woke the woman who ran the hotel and told her that there had been no hot water for any of the 4 days that we had stayed there even though we had been assured that they had some, and that I had adjusted the room rate accordingly, then we headed for the bus stop....barefoot indians in moth eaten hats kept us company as we waited for the bus to come. It never did. Apparently you have to let the man in the office know the day before that you want to leave, then he´ll call the driver and the bus makes a detour to come and get you...so we were stuck in San Augustine another day...We checked into the last room at the Colonial, it was a festival weekend and getting a room was not easy, I did not want a room, I wanted out of this town but my fractured spanish did not translate a word of this to any effect...So I leaned on the bed and chewed my fingernails, spitting them at the mosquitos who mustve followed me from the last hotel...sitting on the balcony inhaling emmissions from the oversized school buses spilling goats and farmers from every opening, with a roof that looked like friday night on the high school bleachers, watching ...a few sharply detailed torsos and asses passed by and I counted the clacks from the horses hooves. This helped pass fifiteen minutes or so, then I opened The Old Patagonia Express and was saved until the lunch time stomach grumbling started. Downstairs in the restaurant, pleasantly enough, the waiter was able to understand my order and I got a decent chicken breast and some cracked beans. I asked for some pepper and he brought me hot sauce. the Pepsi was of course; warm. Ice was something strictly confined to the television. I spotted a vetinarian office across the street and made a mental note to go in and ask for some Ketamine after I finished my slop. I had tried sitting in a bar and getting drunk like a decent human being with the wife last night but we soon learned that the barmaids doubled as whores and every time we laughed at one of my clever commentaries they thought we were mocking their moonlighting and began to give Nicole nasty looks, thinking that perhaps she was cutting in on their action somehow...I could not bring myself to get involved in one of the coke deals that was going down in the darkness of the back bar so we left....We bought empanadas and some other deep fried shit from a street vendor and sat of a curb with the rest of the begotten, I found a nail in one of my empanadas and traded it to a boy for a chicklet...then we went back to the hotel to finish the vodka.....
Posted by Drexler at 10:48 AM