Isla Margarita

Well, there are many, but at twelve we went to Venezuela, I was getting hammered on pina coladas, 3-4 big ones in a row at a dance bar on the coast real late at night, my aunt borrowed my Orwell book Animal Farm, good book.

So on this island at the time there were empty empty beaches, beautiful sand, glorious water, quite tall waves, and I really enjoyed eating fish or steak dinners at little restau. huts on the beaches. Then I would sneak out some beef fat to feed up the little funny stray dogs who were SO cool. Ehm, I’d take off and check out the lizards around the dunes, they were so quick, THEN, a lovely statuesque woman would stroll by and wow, and the girls my age, dark dark skin, beautiful latina, shapely, so full of fire and joy. We visited a lot of the island, it’s very nice. I got in the habit of melting icecream, I think it was, in the microwave and gobbling it down, but the mail room would be no longer in order and I was soon sitting on the thrown. My bro called me Pico, so I called him Alfredo, he nearly got shot jumping a fence surrounding the vacation townhouses.

At the airport on the way back, there was a massive lady sitting across from me wearing a green dress, so I was just sitting there kinda finding her funny, she was asleep. Then, lala lala lala lala lala lala lala lala….

A huge mamaboinking cockaroach came flying out of her armpit!!

Zoom!!!  She kinda shuffled around but stayed asleep groaning. It crawled ALL over her, and I watch it all, I laughed a lot.

This is one of many a vacation I’ve taken over the years.

Merci!!!

Nico