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October 30th, 2005

Standing around talking to my Mexican friends. My only real friends here, interestingly. I see a little smear of blood on my hand, then on the other, too, and the woman points to a little flea bite. I didn’t believe it. Then she pointed to my shirt. Bright yellow with green John Deere appropriation by Inlet Skate. First time I ever wore it. And now it has a drip-streak of blood. It was falling from my nose. Que ugly. They said I was having my period. I smoked it in a cigarette, the next line–great taste, but less filling. Home by 9am, just now. The ugly gringita came by looking desperate and putey. I’m close behind in disgust and loathing. But then, how productive the 24+ before, and how great the Spanish practice, and the friendship and fun, and to put any fears aside, they pitched in a lot more than I and insisted I not pay the last ditch round/run for beer and bolsas. Y que boxes, y bichos. There was a little cuca in el cuello el bajo.

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