Part 28
"Poet as soon as you land come to my office." This was the last text I received before switching my phone to airplane mode.
Lazaro was my literary agent. I couldn't sleep on the plane on account of the excitement. A new offer from a publishing house or maybe someone wanted to buy the movie rights to one of my books.
I couldn't sleep a wink, the adrenaline kept me bouncing in my window seat.
Groggy I landed in MIA, and as soon as the word "aceré" hit my inner ear I knew this cubanito was home.
Strutting down to baggage claim I remembered that Miami had no Über service at the airport and resolved to be the GQ on cue at the taxi stand.
Frantz was my cabbie, his creole made me feel at home. "Where to messier" he exclaimed as I switched airplane mode off.
"Come ta le vous?" I asked in an attempt to humanize our economic exchange. And in his thirty two teeth smile he replied, "se viens monsieur."
Si mi amigo, yo estoy campana.
"Take me to Coral Coral Way and Ponce de León."
Hillstones was refuge and Ruthie was the bartender that would steer me straight. She brings a smilie to this worldly bar fly. Her dark cropped hair and my distain for formality would figure me out.
Dropped off halfway up the block, Los Locos from the valet service remembered which way to turn me, I was in their care.
Walked into Hillstones from an eight hour flight, had two Macallans and walked down the block past my favorite Starbucks, made a left at Bulla and elevator up.
Lazaro had summoned me, and my constitution broke into the penthouse with an eight hour flight, two drink in me, kind of smirk.
"Hey dude what's the drama about" I sarcastically delivered. And he shut down on me suicide way.
Then I knew we were fucked.
The view from his conference room at 2525 Ponce De Leon owned the north as far as the eye could see.
I stared out this curtain of glass in an attempt to drown the awkwardness in the air.
He began to wail uncontrollably, I had no hiding place. His dread imprisoned me into inquiring.
"What's wrong my friend?"
By now he had sunk his face into the palm of his hands and all I could see, was this emasculated creature in pain.
To be continued.
