The Faja

Juany, Oh I remember all right. The reason I remember is because I met the faja (the belt) again- not even a holy day of obligation would safe me from that damn faja. Oh sure, I suppose that you don’t remember laughing your self to tears- of course- that infuriated Fina even more because she thought you were crying and hurt and she came after me too. Don’t feel bad about your pet crab- Don’t you remember I was stoning it while you were “walking it. I don’t feel bad about your crab, but I still think I need therapy for drowning my little pet duck in my mother’s cooking pan. I was trying to teach it how to swim like a mallard and one time it came up with his head hanging to the side. Okay, okay, I’m in a roll- how about when I stepped on my pet turtle huh, bleeding and squashed everywhere and how about the time I tried to give my pet rooster a hair cut (more like a crest cut to make him look like a fighting cock.  sheet around his neck and everything in front of the mirror in the upstairs casita.  Mama got there just in time. He would have looked so cool. OK , so who is the guilt meister. hah!  Sorry-I think I got a little carried away. But I swear it wasn’t me that set fire to Genaro’s Renault in your hotel’s little garage in the parqueo. Nobody blamed me but people sure were looking at me funny-Blame it on Vasquez for smoking where he shouldn’t have. Him or Dominga, one of those two. I loved that little 1950 Renault.  It was my own personal ambulance- Every time I had to go get stitches at  La casa de Socorros (First Aid Station) it was always Genaro that would throw me in there and drive me over. I even have little Hot Wheels die cast model of it on display in the basement. No, I didn’t rub red ink in the back seat for effect. Love, José Manuel.  PS: The picture on the right looks like my mother’s wedding picture, I can’t make out the one on the left. Just noticed that you have attachments. Let me send this out first then I’ll go back to open them.