2AM Saturday night, Buenos Aires.
Lost in a rancid late night whirlwind of saggy asses and rock hard smiles, my friends upstairs shaking up the night, the tired parade is running out of fun. Tired of the sad old games and lopsided insecurity. I lost my eager young cab driver somewhere in that horny crowd and ended up back in the other whorehouse with the gringo again.
As the gringo and I waited for the Red Lady to reappear, we spoke of God and manifestation. Surrounded by butt ugly old fuck monkeys… [READ MORE]