Part 6
Tequila arrived I sipped it and Mario inhaled his.
I said "Slow down cowboy if you drink too much truth serum it might get the best of you."
He looked at me and said "You are so right about the truth."
I paid little attention to his one liner and kept my eye on the door.
The nine to fiver's for life were letting out and soon everyone's secretary would be as Mexican as tequila.
Choo choo train style Mario pounded Julio, kiss after kiss.
Fear of the blank page kept yours truly sipping and breathing it all in.
Running his right index fingertip on the brim of the the Murano shot glass, he darted his rage at me, while never raising his gaze.
"You know poet you are a son of a bitch! You get all the pussy in the world, wash off guilt free and trek on, while this heathen gets boiled for a kiss."
I smirked and knew this Marlin was gut hooked.
His tirade ensued
"Yes I fucked her and the mirror on the ceiling proved that she was there.
As absent as I could have been, that birth mark on her right butt cheek checkmated me."
"What would you know about this poet you are in a different bed every night you haven't been the Statue of Liberty for any one woman."
My angry muse had no idea he was inevitably feeding me.
I poured us more Julio and patted him on the back. "Let it out my friend, let it out."
Not knowing what came first the chicken or the egg I quickly remembered my old mans words "Una cara de come mierda bien administrada vale un millón de pesos" or the Sun Tzu something about humbling yourself in front of your enemy.
Not that Mario was my enemy but if you get in the way of Pulitzer and me you are in trouble.
To be continued.
