Casa Rasta. Achilles just got home, he's the scary black gatekeeper, but he likes me, tho he'll never admit it. I'm teaching a spanish guy guitar, last night was quiet, Lobo got home late and had no keys so I had to wake up and let him in. There's a white pigeon walking around the rubbish scatered on the patio floor, the flowers are bright and colourful, the sun is shining and the sky is a delicious blue.
Two nights ago we had a party, Candido and the band of drummers and girls came to play after the Jazz gig, Alicia was here, she's 32 and has a son, she's light skinned with short red hair, I could relate to her. We went driving to look for a porno bar after the party. Rene, Josue, Alicia, some gringo and I. There was a fight over where we would go, Alicia stopped the car and Rene got out, Josue followed, they were screaming on the street, I was feeling naughty, I told the gringo to "get the fuck out!" and drove off with the car, but Alicia caught on after a couple of blocks and ran after me, at least I stopped the fight.