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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Veracuz, Mexico. 1974. A vague recollection suddenly crystalized and then was gone. Like a postage stamp image flash in a vast photo album of memories and fragmented particles of hazy images. It must’ve been months ago, seemed like years now. Back when I was relatively newly arrived in the port. I remembered sitting at one […]
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 […]
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