choke

1. still lingering.
2. on illegal vacation. flew back home. spent a few days in cancun. oversaturated. hulking standardized hotels and hulky standardized springbreakers. bad sunburn. before landing, spotted vast extension of razed jungle. not sure if it was wilma, the hurricane, or developers.
3. then landed in mexico city. night landings in mexico city are one of my favorite things (along with boys in white undies and crisp apple strudel). as the airplane approaches the electric constellation, houseless mountain peaks are like black holes surrounded by everywhere yellow chinese xmas lights.
4. D.F. is just as choking and irresistable as ever.
5. outings include vanillacoke floats in a sunken italian-themed 1950's red neon sign ice cream parlor, listening to carpenters songs on the jukebox. 40 deg celsius garage stuffed with darky kids dressed in velvet and full body leather and 3 pounds of white make-up and redblood tears. nightriding. mezcal infused with smoke chicken breast and talking about love and wrist-thick cocks. a garden at midnight with rainbow-colored spotlights on trees: red&orange trees, green&turquoise trees, purple&rose trees.