Veracruz, Mexico. 1974. Her mom had basically told her to bring home the bacon or not come home at all. And for a while she didn’t. She ran the streets and did what she wanted in a spell of adolescent rebellion, turning tricks for food and shelter and spending the rest on drugs, mostly pot […]
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Veracruz, Mexico. 1974. She didn’t ask me anything about me. None of the usual shit, where did I come from, where was I going. Why, what, where, when, who, all that shit. She didn’t care, I liked that. Maybe it was because I was just another trick. I just liked that she talked freely and […]
read moreVeracruz, Mexico. 1974. She snatched up the C-note like a baby alligator taking its prey in one quick hungry bite. She motioned for me to wait. I waited. I was her slave and maybe she knew it… or not, but a hundred pesos was a hundred pesos… She turned and walked a few steps down […]
read moreVeracruz, Mexico. 1974. She seemed to be thinking it over now. “Don’t worry about the money, nena” I repeated. “I got enough to cover the night. It’ll be worth it to ya… Vamos?” Her eyes rolled back like a cash register for the briefest tenth of a second… Like a cartoon character, rolling up twin […]
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