triple beam, dirty bird sippin' dat promethazine

in the summer some of my extended family goes to a motel next to a lake that has some poles driven in the ground where we play horseshoes. then for four days i spend most of the time playing dominoes, 80, horseshoes, and poker. my gambling losses amounted to $1, but my mom kept making sandwiches for me and someone kept putting bud light and ice in this orange cooler. it becomes all the more profitable when i factor in the birthday presents and the good will generated by family reunions. we drove back to austin in the night and went to the grocery store. i like to believe that the five other shoppers were a club bouncer, a security guard, an aged stripper, an aged waitress, and a pale guy who ran out of snacks while playing video games. their diets are not healthy compared to mine. mexican guys were waxing the floor and painting stripes in the parking lot. later at a gas station a very tall black guy with a handsome face and one jeweled tooth was joking with this smiling chubby mexican girl about $9.86 and she was telling him it's either the swishers or the gasoline because $9.86 is a difficult number to negotiate.

it was a good idea to buy food and gasoline before going to sleep. the phrase from one of onetti's stories, un desayuno fuerte, cualquier tontería como almuerzo, y con frequencia cenaban afuera, always makes me want a large breakfast on certain days when there is someone around to hear me call it a strong breakfast. bacon, two eggs, a bagel, a slice of cheese and orange juice.