co-a´güila*
The smallest street ever built enough to let two cars on different directions pass very carefully, filled with the oldest cantinas and all of them have other kind of businesses on their second and third floors, from people living there and having some sort of black market deals behind doors, to hotels, and offices of the cantinas below, the street is overcrowded all the time, feels like everything is pulled in together, very compressed, nothing but scum walks these street, in that area the lowest chain piece of society frequented that two way street, Carlo and Daniel jumped over a drunk man covered in his own vomit on the sidewalk while another man took his bottle and whatever money he could find in his pockets as we passed beside him.
How did we get here? Carlo questioned himself as he followed Daniel. As Daniel seemed to be following the girl with the cheekbones and voluptuos lips. They were both on their way over to meet up with Adam on the other side: in Downtown San Diego to take the bus together up to hillcrest and spend the afternoon looking for records; that all changed when those cheekbones grabbed Daniel´s attention, his mind is always plotting different stuff up, a kid as bright as him should be passing all his classes, I don´t understand -how? or -why? he dropped out of high school, he would never admit it, but I know that in his own way he´s only doing it to rebel the system, by him dropping out of society like that, gives him assurance and validation with his punk friends.
The girl with voluptous lips was on her way to work, dressed with a long black rain coat and white stilettos, her eyes looked Japenese mixed with some latin flavor in her, phenomenal gorgeous anomaly of nature, with tanned skin and dark black hair, almost feline, came from Acapulco bay months ago, after she had decided to become independent from her family. Attention is more than expected, she walks with confidence knowing she will turn heads of some men.
One of those men caught in her shine was Daniel, when he saw her, something clicked upstairs and told Carlo:
-Come on, let´s go this way.
-What?
By following, I had now become part of his scheme and sooner than I knew it, we had become stalkers of this beautiful girl walking on the other side of the street. She noticed she was being followed and her step speeded up, and so did ours, when she turned a corner, so did we, and somehow ended up in this street where decadence is all around you and the smell of low life is barely a choice or option. I told Daniel:
- Come on man, we shouldn´t be here, this isn´t right, let´s go!
He replied as anyone who wouldn´t give a fuck would:
- you chicken? What the fuck?
She turned left at the far corner across the small street, we had now began to wonder expecting only to get mugged or come across any crazy shit someone could pull on us, knowing we didn´t belong there. In the next corner there was a small hidden cantina where she went into, and I kept insisting to get out of there; when we walked in there to our surprise, there were many of them, and he had told one of the security´s in there, security then came to us asking for identification, that´s when Daniel said: ° I don´t have one, fuck off° security used that as an excuse, took him from his jacket and threw him out like I´ve never seen someone thrown out before, almost flying back to the street where we had turned that corner. I did show him my I.D. but that did not matter because I got kicked out as well with the same disregard.
Daniel landed beside a trash container face down, scratching all the right side of his face, got up to lean over on that trash can, and touch what damage had been done to his face, returning his hand to his eye sight covered in asphalt and blood, using that same hand he gave the security the finger with a tight stroke.
That security laughed at him and returned to his job inside the cantina, twenty minutes later he got called into his office upstairs by the boss, his face-indicated something was wrong, the seriousness of the matter leaked out with his first question:
- What´s your name?
- What do you mean? You know my name...?
- No, ... what´s your real name?
This co worker had come from Guatemala on the other border of Mexico, and had bought false documents from somebody who lived in mexico City, on his fake documentation he appeared to be a twenty year old young man, when in fact was an overgrown very tall and strong seventeen year old teenager; the boss told him he was not going to report him to the authorities, but could no longer work there, his intentions were not to deport him, because he was a minor and wanted no legal problems. Deciding it would be best to overlook the incident, and never to file it in his office; somebody who altered his age through another´s persons identity, had never happened at all ...
-What are the odds of the security and Daniel being the same age?; Daniel was taken to Carlo´s house to clean the roughburn on his face and apply a gauze at what now soon would be a scar on Daniel´s face; they forgot all about going to San Diego and Adam was stood up. He waited for twenty five minutes and then left ...
excerpt from (am-big-u-ous´): by paulo bravo
Copyright © 2004 by paulo bravo.
How did we get here? Carlo questioned himself as he followed Daniel. As Daniel seemed to be following the girl with the cheekbones and voluptuos lips. They were both on their way over to meet up with Adam on the other side: in Downtown San Diego to take the bus together up to hillcrest and spend the afternoon looking for records; that all changed when those cheekbones grabbed Daniel´s attention, his mind is always plotting different stuff up, a kid as bright as him should be passing all his classes, I don´t understand -how? or -why? he dropped out of high school, he would never admit it, but I know that in his own way he´s only doing it to rebel the system, by him dropping out of society like that, gives him assurance and validation with his punk friends.
The girl with voluptous lips was on her way to work, dressed with a long black rain coat and white stilettos, her eyes looked Japenese mixed with some latin flavor in her, phenomenal gorgeous anomaly of nature, with tanned skin and dark black hair, almost feline, came from Acapulco bay months ago, after she had decided to become independent from her family. Attention is more than expected, she walks with confidence knowing she will turn heads of some men.
One of those men caught in her shine was Daniel, when he saw her, something clicked upstairs and told Carlo:
-Come on, let´s go this way.
-What?
By following, I had now become part of his scheme and sooner than I knew it, we had become stalkers of this beautiful girl walking on the other side of the street. She noticed she was being followed and her step speeded up, and so did ours, when she turned a corner, so did we, and somehow ended up in this street where decadence is all around you and the smell of low life is barely a choice or option. I told Daniel:
- Come on man, we shouldn´t be here, this isn´t right, let´s go!
He replied as anyone who wouldn´t give a fuck would:
- you chicken? What the fuck?
She turned left at the far corner across the small street, we had now began to wonder expecting only to get mugged or come across any crazy shit someone could pull on us, knowing we didn´t belong there. In the next corner there was a small hidden cantina where she went into, and I kept insisting to get out of there; when we walked in there to our surprise, there were many of them, and he had told one of the security´s in there, security then came to us asking for identification, that´s when Daniel said: ° I don´t have one, fuck off° security used that as an excuse, took him from his jacket and threw him out like I´ve never seen someone thrown out before, almost flying back to the street where we had turned that corner. I did show him my I.D. but that did not matter because I got kicked out as well with the same disregard.
Daniel landed beside a trash container face down, scratching all the right side of his face, got up to lean over on that trash can, and touch what damage had been done to his face, returning his hand to his eye sight covered in asphalt and blood, using that same hand he gave the security the finger with a tight stroke.
That security laughed at him and returned to his job inside the cantina, twenty minutes later he got called into his office upstairs by the boss, his face-indicated something was wrong, the seriousness of the matter leaked out with his first question:
- What´s your name?
- What do you mean? You know my name...?
- No, ... what´s your real name?
This co worker had come from Guatemala on the other border of Mexico, and had bought false documents from somebody who lived in mexico City, on his fake documentation he appeared to be a twenty year old young man, when in fact was an overgrown very tall and strong seventeen year old teenager; the boss told him he was not going to report him to the authorities, but could no longer work there, his intentions were not to deport him, because he was a minor and wanted no legal problems. Deciding it would be best to overlook the incident, and never to file it in his office; somebody who altered his age through another´s persons identity, had never happened at all ...
-What are the odds of the security and Daniel being the same age?; Daniel was taken to Carlo´s house to clean the roughburn on his face and apply a gauze at what now soon would be a scar on Daniel´s face; they forgot all about going to San Diego and Adam was stood up. He waited for twenty five minutes and then left ...
excerpt from (am-big-u-ous´): by paulo bravo
Copyright © 2004 by paulo bravo.
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