antigua GAUTEMALA

got into antigua today, I was gonna look for a mechanic, but decide instead to try and duct tape the gas tank and see if that works. antigua looks alot like san cristoble did ten years ago, I walk down colonial alleys, theres boot shops and a typewritter repair shop, a man behind a wood desk, has remington hammer parts alphebatized by year, chrome letters bundled in red ribbons blanks, without ink. stuccato plaster rythms banging out the blue note on the corner by a hand pail and a brush full of water.
I ‘m losing it, I cant rember who I was before Ii left, all refernce points of entry have disintegrated into right turn, left turn straight, a map, and a reccomendation. a destroyed building a banana plant, a cactus. I’ve been thinking about bying a pig, they got little hairy ones here. I saw one in a pickup today the size of a small cow. I figure I’ll keep it with me until panama, then when I cant keep it no more I’ll just give it to some poor central american family for slaughter
antigua has been good for a couple of days. Im glad to put a little distance between me and the black keys, the underwater mines, the barked pipe that breathes, the quarry, the rock cliffs and everything else that makes me think Ive come to the wrong place. I havent gotten laid since palenque, since that israeli stormtrooper took my dick in her mouth and made me remeber that I’m haf jew. “ai gevalt” she said, after I came on her tits. My mom used to say that when something overwhelmed her. this little girl, batted her lashes, wiped her chest with my shirt, and rubbed the remaining semen into her brown arm fur, like a groom with skills to ruin. “you can keep that” she told me about the expression. I guess she hopes I’ll join the tribe, go fight a war or join a kabuts. I dont like matzoh brie, and I dont like my mothers mother, a drunk hebe from the getto, half of the jack and anne schwartz team, collecting white stuffed chow chows for there condo in boca. “thanks “ I tell her as I zip my fly and find the map for the bus station near the zocola. I put her on a chicken bus for belize, and I continued down the mexican leg by myself to guatemala, and havent been laid since.