Editor’s note: Our brother Steve is off to Argentina, which prompts this happy travels message from The Mysterious J. Who or what is J to K?
He should never have worn that stupid Che Guevara beret he had acquired in Cuba. He had thought it would disassociate him from a century of Yankee imperialism, make him more “of the people,” whatever that shit meant. He hadn’t really thought at all. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The paramilitary aimed his pistol at that stupid bearded face planted so conveniently on his forehead. He just stared, like a deer in headlights, waiting for some clever idea to come to him.
“Say hello to your FARC buddies in hell!” the man spat at him. His English was surprisingly good. Then came the flash.
Loss of consciousness, loss of being, loss of life, should have been instantaneous, he thought as he pitched forward. Close enough – the reprieve was just a couple of seconds. Strange – no pain. Through his fading vision, he saw the blood and brain gush out, spiraling from his brain-case like water draining from a bathtub.
“Counterclockwise!” Then nothing.
Have a great vacation!
–The Mysterious J