“Come to Sisal.” I insisted. “You’ll see real Mexico there and it will be way cooler,” I promised. I have never been to Sisal, and the students that had gone the previous year had not filled me in on the place. But I assumed that if Woolman Hill was going, it had to be fantastic.
I stood in the dim shadows of the Tienda, clutching my twenty peso note. It had to feed me for the entire day, and appease a nicotine addiction as well. Mexican cigarettes in 1975, fortunately, were only 2 pesos, if you weren’t fussy about taste. At the tender age of fifteen, along with an established … Continue reading Saving my Bacon
Her voice floated down the hallway of the expensive high rise apartments. “You’re being very cruel, JJ. Very cruel." I push the elevator call button frantically as if she is going to come chasing me down the plushly carpeted corridor with what? Her dentures? That crazy old bat's voice continues to taunt me as I … Continue reading JJ and the Mad Hypnotist
I heaved a deep sigh when I heard the familiar jingle-jangle of the belt buckle. Sometimes it sounded like a pocket full of keys --I had been fooled before. I look at my lap and the seat to my right in the darkened cinema. I brought a pile of Chinese food and other snacks for … Continue reading Movie Masturbators
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