27 May 2004

Zach and I are drinking before we go to a funeral at this very large church. Vida and Noah are there along with a lot of other well wishers. Suddenly everyone joins together to dance the Tango in the church. After the funeral I head to my mom's place and she and Shari are cleaning up after the service. There are a couple of people left, one of them being a young man who is suffering from hypothermia, so Shari cares for him. There is also a girl who my brother is laying with. Soon we all head out to some sort of performance. I am carrying this dense chocolate ball that I don't want. At one point we are in a 7-11 and I drop it on the floor and then try to leave. The sales woman comes over to me and asks me to pick up my trash and we exchange words over it. Although she is very timid, she is persist ant and I eventually pick it up. The auditorium we go to is full of young people and everyone is waiting for the movie to start. I still have to chocolate ball and I offer it to the people in front of me. I ask them "?quieres un pedazo?" After the movie as we are leaving someone makes an uppity remark about me speaking in Spanish, so I retort that it's time for them to learn another language. I leave the auditorium and work my way back through the city to Zach's place.

May 6, 2008

I am back in Denver and I am trying to get packed for my flight home. I keep getting side tracked and when I finally do get back to the house to pack I find the floor covered in clothes, most of them dirty, and not mine. But as I am searching through I keep finding all these little sacks of weed. For each one I find I consolidate it with a bigger bag, and soon I have several ounces of bud, but I still haven't packed any clothes.