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[sundownsaturday]

couldn't sleep, decided to neurotically clean both the bikes. Found scratches on one, painted it with nail polish. Got drunk with Cubans. They argued about the rules of pool. Smoked a joint with a cuban who is easily three times the size of me. Got me high, good weed. Spoke much spanish. ate some delicious paste. found out it was wild boar. stopped eating the paste. Drank strong Cuban rum. Straight, with some rocks. thought about the past today, when i was in spain, inserted Suzy in all the memories, liked it better that way.

should probably go to cuba. if this Amero thing happens, i'm going to move to cuba, don't want the world to end, think i'll go to church. Probably shouldn't write when i'm stoned/drunk/tired. good night.

tomorrow i'll race bikes.

love to all. Smoke more weed, seriously.