I called many places ‘home’. Found delight – and trouble – in a few women. Made some friends. Smoked, drank and all that, good times and bad. My life was lived in Spanish and English, without mastering either. The language is flawed, but the stories have to be shared with some of these women and friends before they, and I, fade away.
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