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August 15th, 1975

Miami, Florida

6:30PM at “El Perro Desgraciado” Bar

Currently positioned at “El Perro Desgraciado'' Bar in Little Havana. The air smells putrid, emanating from the pits of plump fat greasy men drinking cheap liquor in their sweat-drenched undershirts. They are committed to this hobby and only this hobby as on further inspection I can see clearly the crystalized salt on their temples and backs; a byproduct of only caring for another round of acidic liquor with the faintest smell of urine and sweeteners like “El Cuerno.” I on the other hand I am the epitome of elegance, dressed in a gorgeous blue Acapulco shirt drinking “Chivas Regal 18”, both courtesies of my good friend Doctor Hunter S. Thompson recommended “El Perro Desgraciado” Bar, for its seclusion and character. He’d recommended this bar after finding out I’d be in Miami for what I told him was a “vacation”. “It’s a dilapidated run-down jalopy of a hut run by Cuban mongrels,” he said, “serving rabid and soul-crushed dogs from all walks of life alike. What it lacks in modesty it makes it up by giving its drunkards primal liberty within its premises! A liberty now long-extinct, my friend. Only experienced in the time before civilization as well as in only the best Latin-American brothels!” he said through the phone. In hindsight, I would have chosen a much better bar than this rotting carcass but I will admit, it is secluded. But I digress, this environment lacks eye candy, the men are far too ugly and there are little to no women in sight! And those who are in sight, demand exponentially high prices for their “assistance”, prices only a drunkard would fall for! To which I respect, these women are calculated! Clearly knowing beforehand who will land flat on their belly for them, squabbling for just a taste of both of their “lips”.

Still, here I am, drinking slowly, drinking lonely, wanting to taste and hold another’s flesh and soul… to be intertwined by tongue and bound by primal intentions… to sweat, smile and soothe… to loosen and eventually tighten… to send ripples through the body and eventually calm the waters after… to ravage the vessel, holding nothing back and taking everything in… oh what a dream! A rather… fiery dream but a dream that all who breathe have shared at least once. Mmmmm, I quake in excitement for that proposition to once again show itself or better yet lay itself in front of me once mor-

RRRRRING, RRRRRING, RRRRING, RRRING, RRRRRING

From a top-down point of view, with a single bulb illuminating him, we can see The Man in The Blue Alcapulco Shirt and the brown wooden round table that he has stationed himself in. To the right of him, on the table, there is the auburn colored Chivas Regal Whisky glass bottle: mighty, tall, and aged for eighteen-years. A stuffed ashtray with bent and crooked cigarette buds sticking out rests unbothered in the middle of the table and to the left of him, there is a glossy red GPO 746 Rotary Phone which he requested to be immediately placed on his table moments after seating himself because he was expecting a call. The phone now trembles violently as if it’s afraid of what it holds for the man, sendings its fear-ridden vibrations down the table, up the man’s legs, and directly into his heart. Within a moment, The Man in The Blue Alacapulco Shirt looks at the phone, anchors his face away from fear and into a solid grimace, picks up the phone, and answers with silence.

“Heard your back in town! We can wait to see you! I hope you brought all the party favors I recommended…

The man looks below the table, towards his feet and confirms to himself that he has the light golden-brown duffle bag placed from him in the alley behind “El Perro Desgraciado” Bar as he requested before arriving in Miami.

“I promise you, once you bring it to them it's gunna knock em’ dead! The address is [REDACTED] and you should come exactly at midnight! We’ll be waiting.” [CALL ENDS]

The Man in The Blue Acapulco Shirt places the phone back into its base and contemplates. Moments ago he was eager, speaking within himself but now he reserves himself, relying on the strength of his nerves to keep him calm for the up-coming assignment. He puts away the bottle and begins to get up to leave but suddenly a figure appears next to him. He panics slightly as he cannot see the blurry figure clearly from his peripheral vision and jerks his head quickly in the direction of the figure. He faces the figure with the same reserved grimace he had on the phone but it quickly melts away as the now visible figure speaks.

“I’m sorry…did I startle you?”

She speaks so lightly... a feature that is deeply contracted against her powerful cheekbones, smooth glowing caramel skin with her cat-like eyes. Just by glancing at her, she commands the entirety of my attention...she's gorgeously equipped with a shaven head, tiny flower-shaped diamond earrings, purple lipstick, deep dark eye-shadow, and sharp black acrylic nails… she bares on her back, what seems to be, a custom made loose summer dress with an intricate purple and black flower design and on her feet, she bares combat boots… OH MY GOODNESS SHE'S GORGEOUS! This has to be that “divine timing” mumbo-jumbo my sister was telling me about- I mean what else could it be?! Right as I finished this dreaded call and readied myself to take my leave she came right in with those piercing eyes...those gorgeous brown mesmerizing eyes…

“Helllooooooooooo? Anybody there?” she lets out with a light laugh as the man is dreadfully captivated by her appearance.

Suddenly his steel-mysterious-persona shatters like glass as he embarrassedly fumbles to articulate himself.

“I'M SO SORRY! Uuuuhhhhh...by all means, take a seat!” he says as he cleans up his table in a disorganized rush “IF YOU WANT TO, OF COURSE, I DON'T MEAN TO SOUND SO-”

“It’s okay,” she interrupts calmly with a smile, “there's no reason to trip over yourself.” to which he responds in silence, looking down, hiding his tomato-face.

“And yes, I think I will take a seat. Thank you” she says smiling and humored at the man. She grabs a nearby wooden chair and places it gently across from The Man in The Blue Alcapulco Shirt who sits silently and gawking.

“Forgive me for being so...shy… you caught me with my guard down,” says the man in an awkward smile and laugh.

“I didn’t mean to, I just noticed you here. You stand out when compared to the ogreish looking men around here...unless you are also a drunken ogre,” she says charismatically with a certain spunk and sass in her voice.

“Oh no! I just came here cause it’s a rather secluded place and so far, as you can see, that seems to be its only redeeming factor…” he says disapprovingly, “up until now of course.” ending his statement charismatically with hints of flirtation.

“Of course, you say. How come?” she says as if she has no clue of what he’s on about but she eagerly awaits his answer. The signals are obvious but not obvious enough so the man proceeds with confidence but also with caution.

“Because we’re making conversation. I...I have been longing for a conversation for some time now. My line of work doesn’t really give me any breathing room...well it would if I didn’t want to be able to make ends meet but then I’d be penniless...plus I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t have at least some capital.” he says, smiling into her eyes

“What is so special about now then? What makes you so glad about being right here, right now?” she asks powerfully, sending increasingly flame-filled vibrations, making the man’s heart race as well as making him think on his feet.

Good god, she’s really giving me a run for my money here… I f*#king love it…

The man looks to the back of his head for a moment. He understands that his next choice of words will lead him towards heat or an ice-cold bed. After some moments of silence, he answers.

“I’ll be honest. I don't know what makes this moment ‘special’ or if it’s even special at all but I’m intrigued and that doesn't happen often… there’s something about you that has caught my eye and mind with, of course, my heart being reserved. You cannot be too careful in deciding who plays with the heart, especially now… well of me at least.” he pauses, looking at her.

She rests her face upon her fist, fully interested, and awaiting the statement’s conclusion.

“Well??? Don't let me stop you. ‘By all means’ continue.” she says smiling devilishly and hungry.

F*#k it, it’s now or never. Either I jump in deep or I dont go swimming at all!

“I want to know you a lot more” he states, locking eyes with her, both fully giving in to the energies now fully developed, “I want to know you in both senses of that word. I’d elaborate much more, believe me, but this place is rather public even with its seclusion and mindless drunkards wondering about. Plus, what good would it do when I could just show you...if you want to of course.”

Silence engulfs the atmosphere and as the moment stretches The Man in The Blue Acalupco Shirt begins to worry but maintains a poker face. Finally, the woman breaks the silence with the screeching sound of the wooden chair against the wooden floorboards of the Bar as she stands up and walks away. The man watches her leave like a sad puppy, tucks his arms in, and looks down towards the scratches on the table. He lets out a deep sigh.

Well...at least I tried...even if I did fai-

His thoughts are interrupted when he sees the woman come to a halt. Standing strong with her long mighty legs, the neon-lights outside shine through the door of the Bar, drenching her in blue, pink, and white. She turns her head towards the right, showing off her razor-sharp jaw, and says: “Well? Aren’t you coming? We have a lot to talk about” she says eagerly and temping.

The man looks up in amazement and surprise. Her statement has made him more than happy, much more than happy. “You don't have to ask me twice!” the man says as he jumps up, picks up his bag, and walks with the woman.

They walk out to the sidewalk to be greeted by her White 1971 Chevrolet Impala.

“You can put your bag in the back,” the woman tells the man as they near the vehicle

“It’s best if I keep it close but thank you nonetheless” responds the man, showing great reserve about the contents and importance of the bag. The woman thinks this to be strange but says nothing.

They drive off down the strip, conversating fluently and deeply interested in each other. The white car slowly becomes smaller and smaller, swallowed by the lights, night-life, infrastructure, tropical trees, and never-ending star-riddled sky of Miami, Florida.

The time is 8:30 at night, three and a half hours before midnight.

Thank you very much for reading.

With love,

Maximiliano L. Rojas

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