Estamos Chingados

“Don’t bury the lead” they were supposed to have taught me in journalism school. So I’ll just bury this one in a shallow grave. A disheveled and somewhat grimy young transvestite offered me oral sex on the beach today for one dollar American. The offer was indifferent and fatalistic, just like all the offers heard […]

La Raza (Part 2)

It’s chaotic here today. The beach is still packed at 5pm, and people are still coming. The usual weekend beach band, consisting of 2 tubas, a snare, a base drum, and a trumpet, is playing their wierd-ass blend of German Oompa¬†and high school halftime show music. There are dogs and horses and people everywhere. At […]