A Life In The Day (38)

THE CANAL /CORRUPTION /WHORE HOUSES /GAMBLING?

(oh my )

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We had reached a small village named Sesesmolitos about 3 miles from the Honduran boarder and spent the night more or less to be around living people and gather any news , if any, about the village we left in ruins.

Surreptitiously we ask guys our age if they ,or anyone had heard ANY news about ANY village north west of us about ANYTHING?

There were rumors , but even the ,"ballsy ", guys we talked with ,were too frightened to share.

We didn't push ..............

We didn't encounter any problems crossing the boarders , still ignorant about what happened from others, as we went into Honduras .For some reason We headed to the town of Comoyagua,

not for any particular reason .........

Joel just wasn't the same after our encounter with hells killing field. He didn't smile much any more , but every time We came to any village , town or city , He would , after We found a room to bunk in , would head off to the nearest Cantina and eat a little chow and drink a lot of Tequila , then head off to the nearest Bordello to go fuck His brains out ..........

I was told some times by some of the girls , in the morning when I would come by to pick Him up , that after His sexual bouts with the girls , and would fall into a stupors sleep , that He would cry and scream , "STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in His sleep , and it freaked them out !!! but He was NEVER violent ! or so they said .

Crossing the boarders into Guatamala , then into Honduras where the most frightening times of our passage simply because that would be the times that We had to come in Direct contact with Government Boarder Soldiers. Most of the time We drove Thur the country We kept as low a profile as possible. Another aspect in our favor was that We didn't dress or sound like the standard tourists that We saw in all the cities, but more like locals , and the fact that Joel and I spoke Spanish .

Our funds were getting a little low , but it never seemed to be an issue to us . when We were in the plains of Nicaragua , taking our time traveling , Joel started manifesting an aggressiveness in His hunting abilities that I never knew existed .

Now it seemed that He was the food gatherer . On full moon nights We'd go out for Javolinas , We had acquired a taste for the little pig meat. All this time I thought I was GREAT with my WHAMO Slingshot , but I soon found out otherwise. I'd hang back and watch as He stalked the prey. He didn't have the clumsiness that we BOTH started out with when We began Our adventure .

In the beginning He would stand with His arm pointing and looking like a "SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE " skit , just waiting for the punch line where "CHEVY CHASE' falls backward with the stone still circling over His head .................but that never came close to manifestation ......He would just stand up for 3 or 4 swings of the stone over His head and then release the missile only to kill our food with a clean shot to the head with all the detachment of one who feels no discomfort in a slaughter house!

We came to the city of Matagalpas in Nicaragua , with a fair population and a small casino. I never even thought that Joel knew anything about gambling.

We were down to about $75.00 , and even then that was a good amount of money for 2 guys in Central America in the 60's, and I really didn't have a problem when Joel wanted to go to the casino and see what He could do . Hell , I was interested also . hahahaha .

(remember that Gawd protected Mad Dawgs , Englishmen and dumb teenagers.................).

( I didn't say that Joel and I both had reams of different types of paper for different mental reasons, which in the future would save both our lives!.)

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Sorry for the temporal dysfunction . was off the NET for 3 weeks . Back on now.

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We came to what I think of as a small Casino by today's standards,(real small).

Joel just seemed like a kid obsessed and walked to a small roulette table , turned to me and ask for money!I gave Him $50. , (what the fuck!). He played BLACK !!!!!!and that was only what He would ONLY play ! (later I asked Him "why ONLY Black?", it wasn't so much cryptic as just over my head. He said "black equals death , red equals pain and suffering...........I'd rather Die then see THAT pain again ! " ).We won $500. on that roll ! Joel was not obsessive . He was sated . We took our money and left! Then I witnessed Joel kill!!!!!!

I was pleasantly fried and Joel should have been with the amount of Tequila He drank.But as I said , He didn't smile much thies days . As we walked to our hotel just talking about banal shit , we came around a corner Thur a short cut in a dark alley when we were confronted by 3 toughs!

with more balls then brains.They told us to give them our money! It took a second for us to react .

(I have to say here that you MUST remember ! that at the beginning of Our Exodus, We were 2 fat , dorky , Jewish kids with no apparent abilities in survival!!!!!!!BUT we read alot! and reading enhances! ).

I kicked out with my left foot to the neck of the guy on my left , his head bounced off the wall behind him , as it came back, I grabbed his hair and came up with my knee to his forehead ! a lot of blood came out !

, as it went up I punched him under his sternum to cause him to lose his breath ! I grabbed his ears and beat his head on the cobble stone as 1 ear came off in my hand! I was pumped up with the Adrenalin of fear ! I looked over to Joel , (all this was in the time span of SECONDS !), JOEL HAD HIT OUT WITH HIS RIGHT FIST IN THE GUYS FOREHEAD ON HIS LEFT! IT BOUNCED OFF THE WALL BEHIND HIM , HE FELL.........he was out for the count !......THE OTHER GOT THE BACK SWING OF HIS FIST TO HIS NOSE AND FELL ON HIS BACK , JOEL straddled him like a girl in heat! and PUNCHED , ! and PUNCHED , and PUNCHED !!!!!!!!!! the guy looked like road kill! I had to give a flying tackle to knock Him off of the guy! I was too late ! Joel had hit the cartilage of his nose into his brain !...........he was dead ........

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A Life In The Day (37)

NIGHTMARES and TEARS

TEARS and NIGHTMARES

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The night desert lands scape was lite by a full silver moon, and seeing where I was walking wasn't an issue. I knew I had to sit down and stop walking though , mainly because I couldn't see the ground for all the tears flooding my eyes. I was perty high by now on the Peyote and reefer mix and was beginning to hallucinate.

I sat in ZAZEN Posture to meditate and tried to erase my mind of what happened mere hours ago , or at least deal with it in a cosmic sense. (2 years previously , I had written to "Carlos Castienato" from "Carlos Castienatos and the teachings of Don Juan" fame,We had a fair amount of correspondence at the time,and remember even then asking Him WHAT THE MEANING OF LIFE was .........) I was trying to make sense of what we had witnessed

I can't say that I meditated but more floated around the desert in a drugged state of , dreaming.

The dreams that came to me that night were ones that to this day I DON'T UNDERSTAND.....

( I saw Doves , many Doves , all standing around ONE lone Dove on the ground ,lying on Its side , It lay there broken , bleeding, weeping , looking up at me pleading.........with HUMAN EYES .........

--Imagine an episode of "THE TWILIGHT ZONE "--

I ran to it with ALL the force of my Being , ALL THE FORCE OF MY BEING , the harder I ran , the more immersed I became in Tar, As I attempted to reach out , I found myself ENGULFED in a drop of AMBER, LIKE THAT MOSQUITO IN "Jurassic Park"-----I COULD NOT MOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!------------THE TRUCKS BORE DOWN ON US ............)

I awoke to the sun SCREAMING in my eyes!!

I woke up with a dry mouth an my mind whirling even now . I walked over to a barrel cactus and cut a piece out to have a drink of Mother Earths Water and started to search my way back to camp only to find Joel curled in a fetal position.

I stood there for a moment and looked at Him and envied the fuck out of Him , lying there with

what appeared to be the sleep of the innocent ! Time proved Me wrong , years in the future I was notified by mutual acquaintances in Paris, that He committed suicide caused by "unknown" nightmares..............

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A life In The Day (36)

NIGHTMARES and TEARS

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TEARS and NIGHTMARES

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( and still on our way to the River of Gold)

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We drove for at least 100 miles , before exhaustion, adrenaline depletion, hunger, thirst, less light over dangerous terrain and sore butts made us stop for the night.

We arrived to the vicinity of the then Provence, QUICHE , by driving around the base of the mountains, near the town of Zacapa in Guatemala, just west of the Honduran boarder.

By this time on our bikes , we had come to see camp sites with ease and rapidity .

It wasn't hard for us to find a a hidden site among the boulders for the night.

We hadn't talked since we left the village and started ridding...........and we didn't talk much now........

We mechanically went about setting up camp...............................

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The moon covered half the sky that night,

It was an erie stillness,

Joel just leaned against the big rock and looked at the desert in front of Him and was looking at nothing ........nothing but the same blood I was seeing in visual overlays...

I reached over into my pack and grabbed some Javolina Jerky and cut a piece off for Him with my "boy scout" knife and as I turned to toss it over to Him saw that He had a bottle of Tequila at His lips , the whole time I saw silent tears running down His dirt smeared face ........

I just looked at Him an saw My agony reflected there and could say nothing..........

He couldn't say anything ..........I wouldn't say anything.........

He was drinking His oblivion ..............I chose to smoke into mine..............

I left Him there and got up to go walk into the desert and smoke My brains away..........

I lite a joint , took a hit ,looked at Joel silently crying , drinking His tequila and staring at nothing in the silver moon lite desert where I was about to go walking...........

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I just started walking and walking ..............

It might seem to the casual reader that this part of the journal would be easy to relate.........you have NO idea what this is costing me NOW..............!

I have no idea how long or where I walked , I didn't care .

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A Life In The Day (35)

CENTRAL AMERICA and the POLITICOS

(and the gold ..................eventually.)

During that particular time in my life , politics really didn't mean a shit load to me if it didn't deal with America. So there's really not much I can say that would sound nice , except that that which we saw in the near boarder frontier south of Chiapas and yet northwest of Huehuetenango , was enough to say that AMERICA is the BEST FUCKING COUNTRY IN THE WORLD !!!!!

As Joel and I were nearing the check point to enter Central America , we camped in the forest to hunt , relax , (as if we weren't doing that all along :) ), and smoke up the rest of our shit ! ha ha ha , and a good thing that ! Although we had finally smoked up our "gift" , in our ventures to villages and making friends with local kids our age , we learned how and where to get and gather our own Peyote for the future. Ha ha ha ha ha .

Literally , staying in the shadows of the forests and really being well accepted by many of the villages that we encountered on our way south , we came to find that the local police and military installations in the up coming localities were not of pure hearts. (remember it's1964-5 )

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In the 16'th century , a family's' only chance to receive any semblance of "wealth" , was to "INDENTURE" , their male child into the clergy ,for only the clergy would or could acquire the riches of the poor !, and in being sycophants to the power of the CHURCH, hope to rise in the ranks of the Religious Hypocrisy !

BUT , in the 20'th century, the only hope in Central and South America for ANY kind of wealth or freedom not only for the family , but for the INDIVIDUAL was to go into the army !

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Joel and I came to the village of Piernas Pequenas , who made thies names up in the old times ?

We were a bit north east of Huixoc . A small village then .

We didn't mean to skirt boarders , mainly because we didn't see many of them as we rode Thur the deserts, but ......

We were close to the forest clearing and set up camp but didn't lite a fire , (good for us ) , and were intending to walk into the village , mainly because our Bikes made rude sounds ( remember ? no baffles!) and most of the people at that time would have been scared ................

The sun was setting as we started walking to the village when we heard gunfire and screaming ,

A LOT OF SCREAMING ...........

We fell on our bellies at the sounds of the first bullets , and both crawled to the top of a small rise

to look over the edge and not be seen by the Federales and possibly killed ourselves.

What I saw is what follows .

There were 3 trucks in the small convoy with about 10 or 11 soldiers in each one.

Each one was armed as if for a lite recon , with riffles , (M1's acquired from U.S. Army surplus ) , ammo , and tequila and some were even smoking reefer . (we were down wind) . They were already pretty well cooked and laughing uproariously and were herding the villagers , ( what later counted out to be 147 souls) , into the center of the pueblo to be divided into 3 groups.

The first were all males over what seemed to be 13 years of age or so , the second were all the young boys and the third were ALL the females of ALL ages .

Some soldiers were building fires in the square from wood acquired by destroying the wooden shacks around the center and lit after being doused with kerosene. The light from the fires and the head lamps of the trucks was more then enough to see the horrors that were soon to unfold before our eyes.

2 of the soldiers began to haul women roughly by there garments and ripping them off in front of the other soldiers , where husbands or relatives of the woman in question would run to her rescue only to be hit down with a rifle butt to the head , and then ordered by laughing soldiers to drag the unconscious and bleeding man back to the group of remaining prisoners , the soldiers would then continue to ask if this one or that one was to be kept , only to be told in loud yells of drunken mirth whether "SI or NO ", if there was a "NO" , the woman , either too old or too ugly or too fat by the soldiers choices , would be thrown into the group of male prisoners where men would gallantly take off their shirts and place around the women in a futile attempt to cover their shame.

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As all this was happening , 3 other soldiers were setting up a 50 cal. water cooled machine gun on its tri-pod on the rear of the truck facing the group of men and women at the other end of the village !

There was so much crying and screaming .......

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That night I lost my innocence....

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The machine gun opened up without any signal I could see!

The cacophony of the horrific symphony that followed could only have been composed by "HIERONYMUS BOSCH" , Himself............."THE CRIES OF HELL........."

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never until that night

had I ever had any idea what a 50 caliber bullet

could do to a human body............

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as the bullets started ripping Thur the air, Joel screamed in horror, without even thinking,I quickly rolled to my right and covered his mouth with my hand and whispered viciously, "SHUT UP YOU DUMB FUCK! YOU WANT TO GET US KILLED TO?!"

The sound of the first volley was the only thing that kept us from being heard or found out !

Time seemed to slow down like in a surrealistic movie directed by "Sam Peckinpah", where a second was stretched into a minute , a minute into an hour........

They had made the villagers stand in rows of 20 or so , like ranks in an army platoon as they started to commence the SLAUGHTER!!!

The bullets were coming down from an angle on the back of the truck .

As the hammer hit the first cartridge of the first bullet , I was given the, Gift/Curse of SUPER HEARING AND SIGHT .

The first sweep of the 50 cal. slugs from left to right , blew , tore , ripped apart , how ever the fuck you want to describe the fucking CARNAGE!! ,of the innocent villagers .........

bullets hit the first ranks , about shoulder high , they showered the second rank with their life's blood , bone fragments , and globs bright red stuff of their lungs .

As the bullets passed Thur the first row of villagers and commenced into the second row , they hit about "gut high", ripping out their intestines and spines ! The third row was more cruel , in the respect that they were hitting or going thur the hips and thigh bones , all the while making them all fall down like puppets with the strings cut , and still alive !.....but not for long , the massive bleeding drained them quickly, and slowed them down like stupid windup toys'.

After the men and women in group 1 were machined gunned and killed , the soldiers then started the real carnage !

The remaining 2 groups of villagers,(the remaining women and boys), were screaming or in shock as the soldiers reached them .

There were 8 or so, soldiers that chose the boys to brutalize .

The older boys were grabbed by the hair and slapped into semi-consciousness , then ripped their clothes off and bent over anything close at hand to be penetrated and raped!

The younger ones were just SCREAMING in fear and clutching at each other in terror, if they attempted to run to their mothers they were either cuffed or shot!

I saw a young woman who had to be in her third trimester who was pushed to her back then slit from vagina to breast bone only to have her yet unborn fetus pulled from her womb by its feet.

She crawled to the feet of the soldier, the whole time attempting to hold in her intestines, only to beg for the life of her child. The sadistic shit said that he would give her one last kiss of her baby , and proceeded to swing the fetus by its feet and smash it against her head ! All the while laughing!!!!!!

THIS WENT ON ALL NIGHT LONG.................the screams were less strong in their plea for death .....the gun shots were less numerous in the fact that there were less to fight back ...........AND MORE OF THE DEAD

At one point in time, I saw some of the soldiers who were tired of the children they had used and done with ,or were dead , throw him or her into the community water well , located in the center of the plaza ,their were some still alive and screaming for help at the bottom, one of the soldiers stood at its edge with 2

fragmentation grenades , pull both pins . I saw both the bars pop off at the same time and counted with him!

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , he dropped them both in , 9 , 10 ! the muffled explosion could be heard even to where Joel and I lay hidden , but the gush of flame shooting out of the top of the well was like a fart from HELL , flame shot up for yards into the night!!!!!!

There was no more screaming of children from the bottom of the well ...........

I held Joel in my arms like I did to my kid brother,Blair , when He was scared by a neighbors big dog , all trembling and crying.

I couldn't tear my eyes away the whole time .........

Dawn started to break ,and the soldiers started to gather their shit together and start to leave . There was one soldier left ,who walked among those scattered on the ground of the plaza

with his gun drawn and shot any who he thought might be alive ! HE WAS SYSTEMATIC ,THAT FUCKER ! MAY HE ROT IN HELL!!!!!!!!

As dawn was breaking the horizon , the trucks were pulling out of the village .

Joel and I waited at least an hour after the caravan had left before we even thought to approach the village.

Joel kept pulling at my arm screaming "NO! NO!!!!!!! " , I KEPT GOING ON TO SEE IF I COULD HELP?

Joel got 8 or 10 yards from the first body , fell to his knees and puked and kept puking .....

I walked on crying the whole time , preying that I might know enough of "boy scout"first aid to help someone , ANYONE .......GAWD THE CARNAGE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE WAS NOTHING WE COULD DO TO HELP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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VERACRUZ-CENTRAL AMERICA-POLITICOS-

JUNGLES,(and eventually the gold)

We came to Veracruz with no preconceived ideas of what to expect,

all we knew was that we smelled of kerosene and were ready for another adventure ! ha ha ha .

Veracruz isn't anything today like it was in the 60's . Then it was a free booting beach town with plenty of European tourists and locales trying to sell everything from splinters of the "TRUE CROSS" , to maps of "The Fountain of Youth" drawn by PONCE DE LEON.

To Joel , it meant a new and varied feeding ground for his perusal of snacks to put on his plate . (remember that Joel had JUST lost his virginity a few months ago and at this point he thought that the world was nothing more then a woman with her legs spread..)

For me ? The beach was all that I really wanted , it seems strange that even then , the sea was calling to my soul .........

I would hang out by the fishermens beaches and watched how after a day of fishing and clearing their nets ......... I just sat there on the beaches and absorbed all that I saw....

If there was work to be done and I could help , I would offer ......at first I was treated with some suspicion , but after a while of seeing my earnestness and the questions I asked AND not asking for pay . (they thought I was a retard or dumb ! ), they finally accepted me with benevolent mirth and gratitude .

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((In 1963 when I first ran away from ......home (?) I ran to the waters of the sea to Balboa Peninsula on the Southern California Coast where I managed to sleep under a MERRY -GO - ROUND by The Pavilion until I could find a CHEAP room with the money that I had squirrelled away form my mother while working my jobs after school .

You want to hear of a horror story to challenge "MOMMY DEAREST"?

Hang on ! ............)

(Remember that I had said earlier that my mother had gone WACKO?

At times she pushed it over the edge before the movie came out !

Liver was cheap from the butcher shop back in the day , to the extent that it turned out to be a staple at the table.(I HATE LIVER!!!! either smothered in onions , or covered in threats of a beatings with a coat hanger !). As a kid of 13 , before step-dad #3 , I would be told not to get up from the table until I cleaned up my plate , and do it fast so I could go to bed and mother could go out ................

My revulsion to Liver was so pronounced that even with threats I wouldn't eat IT !

I remember only that it was late one evening and I was so sleepy that I fell asleep with my face in the plate.

I was awakened to the strident voice of a terrifying Harpie behind and above me beating my back with a wire coat hanger screaming , "How dare you for not eating your food that I sacrificed to bring to this table for you ! and all you do is is leave it to spoil ! there are children in China starving for lack of food , and here you sit with ungratefulness ! "

I ate ..she stopped beating me ...I got up in tears from the table...I took 3 steps towards her and threw up on her going out party dress !!!!!!!!! , or the time that I got a job selling violets on street corners for 35 cents a bunch from 8am to 6pm on Saturdays and Sundays only to come home to have my money taken from me by her and told that it was going into the bank , (I never saw a bank book !), or the Most awakening moment when I had a job at, " KRESSGY'S 5 and Dime Store" with their counter cafe. I was a dishwasher there after school for money to buy dumb things , like shoes I wanted , or books that I wanted , or paper and pencils I wanted for school that I needed .

At the end of the week we would all get paid in cash and leave Thur the employees door to go our separate ways ..... one nite my mother was standing out there dressed to kill , the guys later said that she was a knock-out and even though she was beautiful ( think RITA MORENO in West Side Story and you would see Her twin !) , felt sorry for me for what she did .!

I saw her there and was proud for having such a stunning and beautiful mother and walked up to her and beam where upon without so much as a , "hello", she tells me to give her my pay envelop ! I said "no , I need paper and drafting erasers of my drafting class.", she then proceeded to slap the shit out of me and said "don't you EVER talk back to me !"

she rocked me back on my heels , my face was a pallet of colors, my eyes watered , I didn't drop a tear .the other guys were standing around and in back of her , they didn't know what to think , I didn't give a shit . I gave her the pay envelop and walked away ..................

At that moment , she ceased to exist both in my mind and my heart as she was destined to 10 years in the future along with her future husband and my 2 brothers and 2 sisters............

hit head on , on X-MAS EVE by a happy fucking drunk doing over a hundred MPH on the Santa Monica Freeway !

Suffice it to say that the next morning I skipped class to see the manager to ask him to doctor my pay slips in the future so that he had his REAL records but in my envelop to have it say $10 less each and every time . (apparently he had heard what had happened the night before , news travels fast in small communities of a store work force...... ) , he was understanding and said ,

"ok , kid. " ))

Sorry folks , I kinda got side tracked into the juvenile pit of hell ......

When I did find a place to stay in BALBOA , I then managed to get not 1 but 2 part time jobs , one at a cafe on the peninsula washing dishes and all I could eat of the leftovers at the end of the night , and the other at a liquor store to hide a six-pack of beer a week for excitement. ha ha ha AND an apartment on the island and since school was starting in a couple of weeks managed to enroll myself in CORONA DEL MAR High School by forging parental signatures .Even in a runaway situation I managed to maintain a 3.4 average.

While attending classes I became friends with Neal Darling , and as it turned out He and his father lived in the bay on a 70' Yawl sailboat. I was fascinated by all the stories that I heard from his father and the magical mysteries of the boat and the sea itself !! :)

I do believe that that was the time , no the Moment that set the corner stone of my love for the sea.

ESD

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FROM THE BEACHES TO THE JUNGLES

(and getting closer to the GOLD )

Medically speaking.......... ha ha ha ha ha ........WE HAD LOADED DICE !!!!!!!

Keeping that in mind..........that this was he age of SIMPLE afflictions....

As we traveled we had few encounters with scorpions or snakes , other then what we killed for food , or insects.

Our MAJOR encounters with the frailties of humans were those of the HUMAN kind . ha ha ha

TO WIT : CRABS AND GONORRHEA.(sp).

As I said ,Joel HAD to stop at each and every Bordello in EACH and every village , town or city ! ha ha ha ha ha . (remember that FRANKENSTEIN SCHLONG? )R O T F

Editors note : at this point in time the Mexicans were NOT known for their personal hygiene , that's not meaning to say that they were a disgusting people , but Thur lack of education or availability, they just didn't bath . (go figure .), but at times the package was better looking then the contense !

And I was one to eat with my eyes as well !

This which follows may sound or be rather disgusting to you Gentile readers , so you MAY wish to close your eyes at what comes next !

Being as how Joel and I were rather frequent guests to houses of ill repute .......(ha ha ha ha ha ha ......) , we MANAGED to ACQUIRE gifts of ......gifts.

to wit : CRABS BY THE TRUCK LOADS !!!!!!!!!!!!!

When you are 17 , urban legends abound ! and fortunately , some really worked !

It seemed at times like this one of our biggest expenses were new CLEAN underwear, pants and supplies of kerosene in plastic containers ! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA .

Once past the mountain range and south east of Cordoba about 15 or 20 kilometers we came across a small village called ,"Carne Viejos" ! HONEST ! THAT WAS THE NAME !!!!!!!!! oops , it means "old meat " ha ha ha ha ha ha ...........

Can you imagine , in a prophetic sense for the future? (who would have thunk? ).

A village populate by OLD MEN !!!!!!!!!! And the ONLY reason why it had YOUNG WOMEN there was .....was ............ beats the fuck outta me ! ...........

To this day I have NO idea! but that was REALITY at THAT time .. go figure !..........

but the young women were there ! ALOT of YOUNG WOMEN !! To Joel and I it ment?.........

BOOTY CALL !!!!!!!!!!!! :)

At THIS moment inject, "the Mormon tabernacle choir " singing , to the accompaniment of THE NEW YORK PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA...

(with EVERY aspect of DRAMATIC PATHOS!)

(sing this to the BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC )

"Mine eyes have seen the coming of the glory of the BOOTY :

he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of HOOCH are stored:

he hath loosed the belts of faithfuls, who's pants are a bulging...........

OUR HORMONES MARCH , (march? like hell! we were running like bats outta hell!with grins! ), ON.............

GLORY! , GLORY! for our youngness!

GLORY ! GLORY ! FOR OUR HORMONES!

GLORY! GLORY! FOR our innocents!

OUR ERECTIONS MARCHED US ON..........

tra-la ,tra-la

2 weeks later , and 12 to 18 lbs lighter.............................:)

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We NOW had cause to use THE KEROSENE !!!!!!!!

It has to be said here that Kerosene does not feel good when poured on the genitals .........

but boy it sure does kill crabs !!!!!!!!

We had set up a campsite close to a small river and had food caught and cooked before we started to self medicate............... ha ha ha ...

We had an idea that what came next wouldn't be fun , but we had NO idea how NOT fun it would be!!

We stood next to the river , just in case ........... who knew.................

we stripped down , grabbed the bottles of kerosene and poured !!!!!!!!!!!!!!..................

( even though Joel and I had acquired our post pubescent voices, anyone looking at us would have thought that they were seeing 2 mutant little boys who had growth hormones in overdrive and thies 2 giant little boys were jumping around SCREAMING like little girls trying to keep our hands off our genitals while the kerosene did its work !!!!!!!!!)

This went on for 3 days , we DRENCHED our pants , underwear , sox and blankets in kerosene , when

they sun dried we would then RINSE them in the river to try and get the smell out of them .

In the future , it would be a boon to me , a bane to Joel! ha ha ha ha .

We FINALLY got to VERACRUZ !!!!!!!!!!!!

OK , so I'm gonna try to get Thur this as fast as I can , I'm sure your bored with the hormonal adventures? ha ha ha ha

ESD

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ON THE ROAD ...AGAIN ?

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HA HA HA HA HA .............

On our way to Veracruz , Joel PROVED His worth with the sling! ha ha aha ha ha ha .

From that point on , We didn't want for lack of food, and perty much we hunted at night unless we wanted a change in diet . (fish was a nice change after hunting at night , the Javolinas cleaned and dressed ready for the fires , ) Javelinas are nocturnal and Joel REALLY impressed the hell outta me with his ability not only at hunting and stalking but bagging game on the hoof ,so at sunrise , Joel and I would sit by the streams or rivers at sunrise , lite up a joint and just fish until we caught something. Amazing how patient one can be when your stoned...... ha ha ha ha ......

And by the time the fish were cleaned and some prairie hen eggs were set cooking along with the Javolinas ? , We were fat cats sitting on Alien Territories Heaven , Dreaming about our futures .

Joel would dream of being a GREAT artist , living somewhere in EUROPE , selling His paintings to the richest of the rich of world residents , Me ?

Me? ...........I was only thinking about worlds beyond worlds...............what makes this one tick ............

whats over that hill?.................what more is there out there for me to learn?......... who will I meet .................what will I do in this world ..........good ? bad?..............will I be a doctor ? a mathematician a research scientist .....................will I be an author,will I be an explorer................... will I know love ............

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((Imagine if you can . the landscape of MARS, at night , DIFFERENT YES? HA HA HA ...)

(thank you JOHN CARTER!) EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS may your soul and memory be blessed !))

During the days that followed , there were times that we bagged and smoked enough food so as not to worry about food for a day or two and could afford not to have to hunt .

Now We both had time to basically have fun and explore and just goof off, (as if we weren't doing that all along! ha ha ah ah ).

AGAIN, think of that Mars (VASOOM), night land scape only in a south Mexican Desert at ..........? midnight ?

We came to the mountain range between us and the sea . We found new game to hunt and bag , we found new cliffs to climb , ( more on that in the future when I am in Israel ! ha ha ha ) ,

BUT above all , we met new people and ways of life .

We came/drove into a village so small one would just call it a bunch of huts with dogs (future food ), chickens(ditto) , small scrawny fields of corn , beans , a clean well , and a shitload of kids !

I guess that's what happens when there's no "JAY LENO" on late nite TV., go figure .................

(and the catholic church fostered this reprehensible way of life !!!!!!!!!!!!!)--(GO OUT AND POPULATE THE WORLD WITH SOLDIERS OF GAWD! DON'T WORRY ! WE WILL LEAD THEM , but NOT feed them !!!!!!!!! that's YOUR responsibility!).those pompous fucks !

NOW I will get on this little soap box .

It seemed that almost each and every small town or pueblo that we came to had some sort of church or in some of the bigger towns , Cathedrals . AND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM HAD THE WEALTH OF THEIR FLOCKS ENCRUSTED ON THE WALLS IN ONE FORM OR ANOTHER !!!!!!!

Be it GOLD Platted Statues , Jewel studded Crucifixes , Golden Chalices , OUTLANDISHLY ORNATE ALTERS fit for KINGS , MONARCHS !

And the whole time their parishioner peasants were going hungry !

( at that time in history BIRTH CONTROL for Latin American countries was a SACRILEGIOUS CONCEPT! Pope Pious XII (?) And ANYONE who practiced it would be DAMNED TO HELL! )

In one large town , Joel and I saw little kids go to the back door of their churches and beg for milk , which they dutifully took home to their fathers who in turn went to bakers and SOLD the milk for money AND THEN went to the local Cantina to buy drinks for the day !!!!

THIES kids would walk the streets for the day begging from tourists for more money which they would bring home that night to turn over to their fathers again!!!!!! We found things out like this from other kids like us who came to hang out with us at our camp fires on the outskirts of said towns , it seemed that kids(guys) our age thought that Joel and I were GREAT ADVENTURES OF THE WORLD !!!

Thies kids would tell us of horror stories of their drunken fathers and how they would come home after a hard day of drinking and pull the blanket separating the main room from the rest of the family and commence to rape their mothers as the older ones would attempt to shield the little ones with stories of Mexican Fairy tales as their mothers cried behind the "room " partition. I mean , after all , this action was sanctioned by the CHURCH . They were bringing more soldiers of GAWD into the world.........(even if 3 out of 5 babies died before the age of 5 ! )

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Maybe at the time we were some of the first freedom riders planting seeds of change.......

( do your best to change it ! ..if you can't ? . leave it (as we did ) , and start over again with a better life !!!.......Use your minds to free yourselves !!!!!!!!!!! )

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A little known FACT ! THE CATHOLIC CHURCH -- IS -- THE BIGGEST ECONOMIC WEALTH HOLDER -----------

IN THE WORLD !!!!!!

(GOOGLE it folks ! )

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