In the midst of the recuperation process, late Sunday night, my fresa-pocho neighbor with a creepy laugh decided to knock on my door to tell me he just came back from DF. I was about ready to kill him for disturbing me at such a late hour, when he gave me a present.
So I forgave him for knocking on my door at 12:30 because he gave me this glittered luchador on a wood block, which I consider high art, purchased from a DF tianguis. And you know LA Naca loves a good tianguis.
That being said, I don't forgive him for calling me at 2:30am asking if I knew of any available prostitutes.
True story.
Hasta mañana.
oh. hell. no.
ReplyDeletei know of a couple... you shoulda asked me!
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