3:00 AM, Flores, Guatemala
It´s late in the morning. I haven´t brushed my teeth. I´m on my third beer. And I´m listening to a conversation between two British lads that ranks as one of the best I´ve ever heard.
Read and enjoy. Our two subjects are Leslie and David.
L: God, you know what´s a classic film? Classic, classic film...I can´t remember the name. But it´s truly f---ed up, just two guys getting pissed. It´s the kind of film you walk out of thinking, "Damn, I ned to talk to someone about this. What the hell was that?"
D: I know what you mean. Damn, I used to watch those all the time.
L: Why exactly are you down here, David?
D: Oh, got into a little trouble at home. Did some drugs, drank a lot of beer, shagged my mom´s best friend.
L: Holy ----! How did your mum find out?
D: She found us. Took the first charity organization that popped up on the internet, and said, "that´s what you´re doing to sort yourself out." And then she sent me down here.
L: Wow. Where you from - Manchester?
D: Billingham. It´s really small, the shithole of England, really.
L: Billingham? My friend!
D: You know Billingham? You live there?
L: No, but a great friend lives there. He kicked my ass when I was young, paid me tuition, really set me on the right road. Like a father to me. Damn, and the most hard-assed bastard you´d ever meet. Pug-nose, and a mean little f-----. But I love him as much as I love me own father.
...
D: I nearly got shot in Nicaragua. Was in a taxi driving past the capitol, and I´d heard there was to be a demonstration. Students were protesting the rise in taxi fairs, something like that. I was thinking something paceful. Then I saw a student with a bandana over his head and a f------ rocket launcher. What the hell is going on? The taxi did a quick 180, and in the rear-view I saw some hundreds of students, all with bandanas over their heads, and carrying machine guns. The cops were on the other side. I swear, I thought I was going to die, and then they started shooting. There were holes all in the back of the cab.
L: You were all right?
D: Yeah. I got out, went to a bar, and had a beer. The sort of thing you do after something like that.
...
L: Wait, wait...so you pissed off your family, got into trouble with the law...and they send you down to a vacation in Central America? The punishment doesn´t really fit the crime, does it?
D: No.
L: Good god! Damn my parents. They would just beat the shit out of me.
Read and enjoy. Our two subjects are Leslie and David.
L: God, you know what´s a classic film? Classic, classic film...I can´t remember the name. But it´s truly f---ed up, just two guys getting pissed. It´s the kind of film you walk out of thinking, "Damn, I ned to talk to someone about this. What the hell was that?"
D: I know what you mean. Damn, I used to watch those all the time.
L: Why exactly are you down here, David?
D: Oh, got into a little trouble at home. Did some drugs, drank a lot of beer, shagged my mom´s best friend.
L: Holy ----! How did your mum find out?
D: She found us. Took the first charity organization that popped up on the internet, and said, "that´s what you´re doing to sort yourself out." And then she sent me down here.
L: Wow. Where you from - Manchester?
D: Billingham. It´s really small, the shithole of England, really.
L: Billingham? My friend!
D: You know Billingham? You live there?
L: No, but a great friend lives there. He kicked my ass when I was young, paid me tuition, really set me on the right road. Like a father to me. Damn, and the most hard-assed bastard you´d ever meet. Pug-nose, and a mean little f-----. But I love him as much as I love me own father.
...
D: I nearly got shot in Nicaragua. Was in a taxi driving past the capitol, and I´d heard there was to be a demonstration. Students were protesting the rise in taxi fairs, something like that. I was thinking something paceful. Then I saw a student with a bandana over his head and a f------ rocket launcher. What the hell is going on? The taxi did a quick 180, and in the rear-view I saw some hundreds of students, all with bandanas over their heads, and carrying machine guns. The cops were on the other side. I swear, I thought I was going to die, and then they started shooting. There were holes all in the back of the cab.
L: You were all right?
D: Yeah. I got out, went to a bar, and had a beer. The sort of thing you do after something like that.
...
L: Wait, wait...so you pissed off your family, got into trouble with the law...and they send you down to a vacation in Central America? The punishment doesn´t really fit the crime, does it?
D: No.
L: Good god! Damn my parents. They would just beat the shit out of me.
posted by NateWazoo at 2:02 AM
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Er...rule Britannia.
Hi Elisabeth.
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