…about how it feels, living inside the beast.  As long as we stay real, we may be inside but we’re not a part of it.  On the other hand, as my friend Tuie tells me, “Anything that’s real is going to hurt sometimes.”  The words can ache, and the music can sting, and the whisky can burn, and sometimes the dope doesn’t work.  It’s all a bit like a camione I caught at the Aeropuerte Internationale in Puerto Vallarta last winter.  We wandered through all the backstreet neighborhoods until I asked the driver, ¿este es realmente el camione a la ciudad vieja? After a few more jouncy blocks, he hailed another driver and arranged for me to switch to a bus that eventually got me to El Hotel Analiz. Occasionally we must ask questions of ourselves and others.


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