Relief in Mexican form

Oct 08, 2004 09:17

Relief.

Yesterday at Caneco-70 I promised myself no provolone a milanesa, no carne. Well, both failed, and on top of that I had two smoothies and an orange juice.

The company made me forget though. We all talked, and headed over to Pablo´s Pimp Pad where both of us smoked a large amount of weed. Weed is good for stress. Even shitty Brazilian weed, in large quantities.

Covero stopped by and we talked about his misogynist ways, giggled and watched TV. It´s different here, women have to survive. Yes, yes, but my mother had to sell herself too, and I remember. They all have to sell themselves, don´t you get it?

But today more tension on the bus, and still so now, even after Ethan shadow boxed me and I had a wonderful pão com ovo. Mummy wants me to go on meds, or to come home if the pulling in my chest continues. No no, none of that, none of the above. We´ll work on it, go to the beach, work out, forget, laugh, smoke, forget. The tightness will go away and I´ll forget it ever happened. One day I´ll forget I was here, and there will be no tightness, no nothing.
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