The Monkey's Cheese!

Tuesday, May 24

i go into some of the amazing shops here, sooo kitch, funky, esoteric. I want to buy everything but i cant because i thought things would be cheaper and since im here for another 5 months i gotta be really careful with my money. There is so many amazing things, with the virgin mary embroidered on them. Love spells, hate spells, power spells, t-shirts in spanish, luchador boxes full of mini flowers made out of tin cans, braceletets, paper mache monsters that fight. FRUIT IS SO CHEAP!! Ten pesos for a kilo of mangos! 5 pesos for a kilo of lemons. 7 pesos for a kilo of avocados. WOW.

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When youre hanging out as a crew, people call you "la banda" which means, the band, and also the band as in band of bros. So its like a double meaning.

Yesterday i went to the culture fest again, i asked some dudes if they knew where i could get some weed and they said they didnt but i could share a "churro" with them, so i did. it was sweet. After a few minutes a bunch of people started coming over to us saying "Hey, La banda! can i join" and we're like "yeah!" then the event organizers came over and said "get out" so we did. Then we went back in. For the rest of the day people would say "hey, its la banda!" haha.

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Sunday, May 22

Today i decided to get all dressed up with a tie and all, i looked really good.

I went to a gig in a park during the day (a culture fest, with acts like Habib Koite, Spaccanappoli and a bunch of other worldwide artists that youve never heard of), with my fine clothes on, i see this sassy senorita looking my way, so i look back, but she moves, i move too, we end up facing each other for a while, across the park, then i move again, so she moves, and again we're making eye contact.

Feeling like shit and badly needing to find a toilet (ive been shitting water for 2 days) i thought 'i dont have time for this´ and get up and walk off all manly like, so im nearly out of view and i look back and she's still staring, so i smile.

I go into the fanciest cafe i can find, and they treat me like a god, because of how well im dressed, they call me 'sir' and ask if they can pour my beer for me, etc.- but im there for one reason...

...after having stained their fine one man bathroom with the potent smell of my powerful excremental discharge, i go and ask how much the beers was, but they misunderstand and serve me another beer. I think fuckit and get drunk, digging the latino vibe, im proudly thinking of how much sputum i just managed to forcefully shoot out of my dilated anus, when i see the girl getting on a bus in front of the cafe.

I go stand on the balcony/patio facing the street, with my beer and a fat smirk on my face. She looks up from the bus, and there i am, leaning over the balcony smiling.

I wave. She smiles.

We never see each other again. .

It was a movie moment.

Then i shat some more.