Jack fell hard shit faced drunk breaking his ribs on the edge of the foot tall brick wall. He knew that it was a form of redemption in spite of his attempts of initiating an orgy. "Servicio Completo', a bottle of Nica rum, a coke and a bucket of ice along with your own set of tongs in which to fetch the ice, all the allowance for great disaster. Cock fights and rum, put $150 cordobas on Jimmy's bird.
Sitting on the porch Jack witnesses a black cat crawl from the lagoon with fire eyes, the one they call "Chico Largo", the devil in animal form offering sex and money in trade for your soul, seven years of all you want only to disappear into fire.
Check into the hotel in Granada, greeted by an incarnation of Frida, inviting Jack into her room filled with dead black roses and lust, crutches and scares, pain and ejaculation.
Seven years of fucking and money in trade for body and soul, fame and vanity into the fire eyes of "Chico Largo".
Drink rum with no hangover and spend money that replenishes, no redemption for seven years.
1 comment:
keep pouring it out, Jack. damn shame missed your call. F
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