Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO, the Cancun Diaries, No. 24: South of the Border.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO, the CANCUN DIARIES, No.24: South of the Border.

dedicato: Grande Amigo Vincent Manta.

It-s ALWAYS TOUGH, CHILLED, FRAGILE, distilled Soul. Talk Shows bout BEING ALONE; a Male Wreckage in every Bar, South of the border, EX-Pat, wearing a Lone Star like Gary Cooper. Mister-Wannabee. Maybe done some Jail Time, OAXACA, where he held a Captive Audience. French, Polish, Mexican drug fuck-ups incarcerated but SHARING jail time wishing he-d shut up, give the YANK a GAG, all awaiting for Visiting hour: a decent Burrito. Pick this Yankee Cockroach from your Tortilla. Even the Federales get to thinking of a Mercy Killing.

It-s always MEAGRE when the Music-RANCHERO don-t hit the Spot. Juanita, Anita, Margarita, your Sombrero, out of fandango!.And who-s to FAULT. U just grew OLD and your: "Ay carramba!!!", like a Cayote howling for a blue bayou, a heart-strum Guitar U never played resonates your incarcerated Soul. And NOW in a Cantina, waxing lyrical to anyone who-ll listen.

 Bad Yankees INFECT Latin-America. UP NORTH Americans COMPLAIN of Mexicans in the USA. Dual discrimination prevails. TEX-MEX or MEX-TEX?...I-m awaiting the lonesome CD. And OUT of Jail to WHOM do U plead: Your MOM, distant Cousins, your COKE dealer: he-s in L.A. worrying night and day about the quality of you Jailhouse Burrito.

It-s always TOUGH south of the Border, the Border U chose to cross.

c.dave delacroix, ourmanineurope. in mexico. cancun-diaries-24.