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I look up and exhale.

Or money. We finished the chicken hours ago and are most of the way through the rum, coke, and smokes. One day he unloaded it on me.

First, for all I know Jack is now dead. Dep makes a living selling surfboards, coding mining spreheets, singing songs, and hosting parties. Mouth open, smoke rising, I watch the stars waltz around the mast.

… but do hike the active masaya volcano at night.

Debt Bondage? I asked Jack what to do about a title transfer, how to sell her.

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These people were friends with his Babysitter, Annabelle. I'll come back to he and Zetada. He eventually got arrested along with Li'l Jim. Eventually Antonio hooked up with an older Gringa, a wealthy gal at prsotitution twice his age, and he drank so much we watched his face inflate in the course of less than a year.

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The cliffs are spattered with jungle green. You know the best of it?

The state was just responding to the weird gringos on boats. You oughtta stop feeding her fish and give her more beef. He was so excited, more than I had ever heard him.

jhan About 65 years old, he was American vintage. Going to the store, to buy a simple six-pack of beer, became a gauntlet to run.

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Jim also told me that he had let his American passport expire so he didn't have to pay his alimony payments he had a reason for not paying them, a justification, which I now forget. And how is your wife?! I got to meet the retarded prostithtion that sleeps with dogs, then throws rocks at them to get his food from them, and the local coke dealer, gas station attendant, Lola that sells vegetables, Rigoberto that keeps the local engines running, Luis, that runs the boat yard, Carlos, who runs Luis, David, who runs Carlos, and the lovely Ms.

There was no-one to donate it to. Plus he had a mean little pig-eyed dog.

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The separations that had been Old swinger in Amphoe Chaturat retreat into the jungle, Jim and Prostigution imprisonment, Flores' jefe role, and the state's attempt at building class divisions like Los Suenos. And that was always a prelude for him talking about how he'd always wanted to be a father.

They reported what they'd found to the Port Captain. Not like there's a local cub scouts troop, or god club that like sailing. In the months that followed Li'l Jim, with his new coconut oil empire, seemed to have forgotten not only the debts he owed, but the humility that earned him the advance. On those rainy nights, while he ate dinner at someone's house and passed the hat, we all pitied him.

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The rules of morality are like this. Thus my dear wife and I went to the Taxes offices, then the Import offices, then the coastal commission offices, foisting our baby along in front of us at each stop as a kind of social snow-plow which, in Latin America is a perfectly acceptable negotiation tactic. The money of the rest of us went that way, as well. There was Umberto, the great-bellied mass of a man that hated gringos, and who finally agreed to talk with me when, after 18 months, I either knew or was friends with every other person in our town, and I had him surrounded, and finally he had to be nice to me.

We've been here two years now and in those 22 months the moral fogbank has thickened to quicksand.