When this one felt better, he'd drive around the neighborhood.
We took this special trip just to take some beach pictures on our last day.
And if the fever stayed away long enough, he'd ponder life and death.
And then crawl into bed to watch Transformers.
When we ran out of gringo Tylenol we bought some Dominican poison acetaminophen. Danny thought it tasted so bad he puked in our bed. Our top sheet thus soiled, we slept under a comforter to keep the mosquitoes off. Some of us with the "sangre dulce" slept fully clothed, and found that socks offer no protection against the skeeters.
3 comments:
excellent posts, east coasters. but I can't help thinking that the consecutive postings were done just to up your post count.
Dude,
I don't care even if you were plumping your post count, that lizard is ferocious. Also, I'm sorry I cut your face in the dream, dude, and i hope your sense of taste returns.
I am getting a little sick of seeing this post ...
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