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World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-116191782388829240</id><published>2006-10-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:57:03.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXY LITTLE LOLA DOES THE GOOGLE BANG BANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-SEXYLITTLELOLADOESTHEGOOGLEBANGBANG366.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-SEXYLITTLELOLADOESTHEGOOGLEBANGBANG366.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-SEXYLITTLELOLADOESTHEGOOGLEBANGBANG366.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXY LITTLE LOLA DOES THE GOOGLE BANG BANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot and saucy Lola Magdalena of New Edge Fame does the Google Shimmy Shammy Lang Lang Dance backed by Bronx AlterHoppers GANG BANG BANG (adam amram drums/DJ Kevin Ross, Brian de basso bass and El Extreme vocals) at the infamous HOWL CLUB in honor of Google&amp;#8217;s acquisition of YOU TUBE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-116191782388829240?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115878576148307149</id><published>2006-09-20T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:56:01.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM MAMBO TO HIP HOP MUSIC SUITE 2004- THE BOOGALOO BRIDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-FROMMAMBOTOHIPHOPMUSICSUITE2004THEBOOGALOOBRIDGE422.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-FROMMAMBOTOHIPHOPMUSICSUITE2004THEBOOGALOOBRIDGE422.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-FROMMAMBOTOHIPHOPMUSICSUITE2004THEBOOGALOOBRIDGE422.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full 4 minute clip version on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiered at the WINGS THEATER (NYC) 2004 production of Spic Chic: S,panish P.eople I.n C.ontrol,&amp;#160; the BOOGALOO BRIDGE excerpt focuses on the development of a Latino flavored English language Nuyorican musical/performance voice spanning 1963-1973 (a period ignored in&amp;#160; the documentary From Mambo To Hip Hop and which Bronx artists along with fellow performers from Brooklyn such as Richie Ray and Barrio phenoms Joe Cuba Sextet launched with such compositions as Shu Fly Shu and Bang Bang)&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue for the piece was drawn from the 1976 NARRATIVE OF A HYBRID published in The Polemic &amp;#8211; and updated in 1990 with Innocence (published 1992 in Albany Anthology of Poets and recorded for the Alpha Studio release THE PSYCHOSOMAIC LATIN BLUES OF EL EXTREME.)&lt;br /&gt;full 4 minute clip version on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full performance of the Suite is included in the roughrican universal DVD/CD release MAMBO X MAN - the adventure coninues...&lt;br /&gt;(with El Extreme as seen in the documentary From Mambo To Hip Hop and New Edge Theater work performed by PAPO VAZQUEZ, DAVID AMRAM, ADAM AMRAM, PROFESSOR JOE TORRES, SLY STONE The Electric Cabaret with invited guests including Salsero Henry Fiol, the late Playwright Pedro Pietri and many more nuyorican performance all stars)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115878576148307149?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115878576148307149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115878576148307149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115878576148307149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115878576148307149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-mambo-to-hip-hop-music-suite-2004.html' title='FROM MAMBO TO HIP HOP MUSIC SUITE 2004- THE BOOGALOO BRIDGE'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115866365697066257</id><published>2006-09-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:00:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT SAUCY LOLA BAKES HER SEXY BISCUITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-HOTSAUCYLOLABAKESHERSEXYBISCUITS774.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-HOTSAUCYLOLABAKESHERSEXYBISCUITS774.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-HOTSAUCYLOLABAKESHERSEXYBISCUITS774.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultry Lola sends out a planet lovetron SOS in this latest escapade from New Edge Theater in the Bronx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115866365697066257?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115866365697066257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115866365697066257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115866365697066257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115866365697066257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/hot-saucy-lola-bakes-her-sexy-biscuits.html' title='HOT SAUCY LOLA BAKES HER SEXY BISCUITS'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115815904877960862</id><published>2006-09-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:50:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mambo to Hip Hop PBS BROADCAST TONIGHT - LA IN OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-FromMamboToHipHopPBSBROADCASTTONIGHTLAINOCTOBER342.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-FromMamboToHipHopPBSBROADCASTTONIGHTLAINOCTOBER342.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-FromMamboToHipHopPBSBROADCASTTONIGHTLAINOCTOBER342.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Mambo to Hip Hop&lt;br /&gt;A South Bronx Tale &lt;br /&gt;Tonight Wed, September 13, 9:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW U CAN OWN THE MAMBO TO HIP HOP EXPERIENCE ON DVD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advent of the Bronx Documentary From Mambo to Hip Hop on PBS, now you can purchase your own copy of the award nominated digital film. PLUS for a limited time New Edge Theater will include the 90 minute docudramedy DVD/CD set MAMBO X MAN&amp;#8230;the adventure continues &amp;#8211; roughrican productions unique web take on the Mambo to Hip Hop experience with special appearances by: THE SEPIA DANCERS, PAPO VAZQUEZ and PROFSSOR JOE TORRES performing on BORICUA, LOLA MAGDALENA&amp;#8217;S RUMBA MACUMBA and THE NUYORICAN MAMBOHIPHOP SUITE first performed at the Knitting Factory Easter 2005. For more information contact roughrican productions at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mambohyperspace@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mambohyperspace@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; or call 917-918-0470&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This music-filled film documents how one New York City borough produced some of the most influential music styles in America.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-10 p.m.: VOCES: From Mambo to Hip Hop: A South Bronx Tale - This musical panorama examines the rhythms that blossomed in the South Bronx from the late 1940s when mambo burst onto the scene through the birth of hip hop in the '70s. It chronicles two generations that grew up on the same streets and used rhythm as their form of rebellion - the older generation took their sound from Cuba and their children created rap. The film features such celebrated artists as Eddie Palmieri, Ray Barretto, Benny Bonilla, Willie Colon, Africa Bambaata, Kool Herc, and Kid Freeze. (Premiere) (FB: Thursday, September 14 at 2 a.m.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115815904877960862?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115815904877960862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115815904877960862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115815904877960862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115815904877960862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-mambo-to-hip-hop-pbs-broadcast.html' title='From Mambo to Hip Hop PBS BROADCAST TONIGHT - LA IN OCTOBER'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115802854664329129</id><published>2006-09-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:35:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEPAwebTV presents NEW EDGE FREESTYLE CHAMP ICEBERG</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-WEPAwebTVPresentsNEWEDGEFREESTYLECHAMPICEBERG133.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-WEPAwebTVPresentsNEWEDGEFREESTYLECHAMPICEBERG133.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-WEPAwebTVPresentsNEWEDGEFREESTYLECHAMPICEBERG133.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riding the MAMBO TO HIP HOP stream New Edge Theater presents our Bronx VH1 champion contender ICEBERG with a quick minute flair of skills and Boogie Down flava. FEATURED ON MAMBO X MAN the adventure continues with El Extremes Electric Cabaret as part of the mambotohiphop musical suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115802854664329129?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115802854664329129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115802854664329129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115802854664329129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115802854664329129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/wepawebtv-presents-new-edge-freestyle.html' title='WEPAwebTV presents NEW EDGE FREESTYLE CHAMP ICEBERG'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115794666709154534</id><published>2006-09-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:51:07.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIC CABARET MAMBO TO HIP HOP TOUR KICKS OFF SEPT 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-ELECTRICCABARETMAMBOTOHIPHOPTOURKICKSOFFSEPT19856.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-ELECTRICCABARETMAMBOTOHIPHOPTOURKICKSOFFSEPT19856.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-ELECTRICCABARETMAMBOTOHIPHOPTOURKICKSOFFSEPT19856.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNEAK PEAK AT FINAL CUT OF MAMBO TO HIP HOP NOW ON newedgecabaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/FROMMAMBOTOHIPHOP.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/FROMMAMBOTOHIPHOP.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newedgecabaret.com Streams From Mambo to Hip Hop: A South Bronx Tale PBS (Premiere)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Sept 13&amp;#160; 9-10 p.m.: VOCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Sept 13&amp;#160; 9-10 p.m.: VOCES: From Mambo to Hip Hop: A South Bronx Tale -&amp;#160; musical panorama examines the rhythms that blossomed in the South Bronx from the late 1940s when mambo burst onto the scene through the birth of hip hop in the '70s. It chronicles two generations that grew up on the same streets and used rhythm as their form of rebellion - the older generation took their sound from Cuba and their children created rap. The film features such celebrated artists as Eddie Palmieri, Ray Barretto, Benny Bonilla, Willie Colon, Africa Bambaata, Kool Herc, and Kid Freeze. &lt;br /&gt;(FB: Thursday, September 14 at 2 a.m.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING UP LOLA'S DRESS draws more than 3500 vistors to newedgecabaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING UP LOLA'S DRESS Video Plays 3521&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mambohiphop"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mambohiphop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115781194352650156</id><published>2006-09-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T07:25:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLA'S MOON SHADOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LOLASMOONSHADOW784.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LOLASMOONSHADOW784.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LOLASMOONSHADOW784.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;new comedy and more on &lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;www.newedgecabaret.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115781194352650156?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115781194352650156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115781194352650156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115781194352650156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115781194352650156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/lolas-moon-shadow.html' title='LOLA&apos;S MOON 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ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also playing on google (for group MAC users)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6498578629547246393&amp;#38;hl=en"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6498578629547246393&amp;#38;hl=en&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115773244154610853?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115773244154610853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115773244154610853' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Premiere web based Interasctive Nuyorican Performance Group&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115750923672727958?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115750923672727958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115750923672727958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115750923672727958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-THERETURNOFGANGBANGBANGLOLASLATINCHACHA559.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-THERETURNOFGANGBANGBANGLOLASLATINCHACHA559.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Edge Theater's alter rock quartet adds a pronounced Latin Tinge on their latest escapade &amp;#34;EL NEIGHBORHOOD&amp;#34; a musical ascent into a barrio nuyo swing - a ting a ling ling todo bada bing que ti ting las chuletas estan frita aqui! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;147 Members Digital Dreams assembled for you on newedgecabaret.com You can directly link to the festival using the following link&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/elextreme.html"&gt;www.newedgecabaret.com/elextreme.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115734064569257334?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115734064569257334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115734064569257334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115734064569257334'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NEWEDGETHEATERPRESENTSCARLITOSWAYLOUIEGUZMANINCALLELUN750.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NEWEDGETHEATERPRESENTSCARLITOSWAYLOUIEGUZMANINCALLELUN750.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NEWEDGETHEATERPRESENTSCARLITOSWAYLOUIEGUZMANINCALLELUN750.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noted Nuyorican Actor Luis Guzman has made many memorable films since the 1980s due to his villainous persona. Presently resides with his wife and many kids in Vermont. Bronx based New Edge Theater presents the hardest working Rican in Hollywood in a rare 70's view of the skinny teen in the companies Newedgecinema offering: CALLE LUNA CALLE SOL featuring the music of Hector Lavoe and Willie Colon. 3:20 seconds 8 MB SEE IT NOW ON &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luis Guzman Trade mark &lt;br /&gt;His wolf-man like face&lt;br /&gt;He often plays a cop or a villains' sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;Frequently cast by film director Steven Soderbergh.&lt;br /&gt;Frequently cast by film director Paul Thomas Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;Born in Puerto Rico, but grew up in Greenwich Village, Lower East Side, in New York. In an interview, he explained that his mother travelled to New York fifteen minutes after his birth.&lt;br /&gt;He worked as a social worker, working with especially young people, he also was very involved with his community, arranging events e.g., before becoming an actor.&lt;br /&gt;Lives in Cabot, Vermont. [2005]&lt;br /&gt;He and Chuck Zito are the only actors to appear in both Carlito's Way and its prequel, Carlito's Way: Rise to Power.&lt;br /&gt;Although he played the father of Nicholas Turturro on two episodes of &amp;#34;NYPD Blue&amp;#34; (1993), he is in fact only five years older than Turturro.&lt;br /&gt;Personal quotes &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#34;My all time favorite actor is Marlon Brando. I admired how effortless and how real he was in his performance in &amp;#34;On the Waterfront.&amp;#34; To me, he wasn't acting. He was living the role. And that's what I admire about good acting. It's real.&amp;#34;&lt;br /&gt;Spouse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelita Galarza-Guzman (1985 - present) 5 children &lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;#160;John from Cincinnati (2007) (TV) (pre-production) .... Ramon &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;#160;The H-Man Cometh (2006) (pre-production) (attached) &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;#160;Rogue (2007) (post-production) .... Benny &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;#160;Maldeamores (2007) (post-production) .... Ismael&lt;br /&gt;... aka Maladies of Love (USA: literal English title) &lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;#160;School for Scoundrels (2006) (completed) &lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;#160;Fast Food Nation (2006) .... Benny &lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;#160;Disappearances (2006) .... Brother St. Hilaire &lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Raines&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Pilot (2006) TV Episode &lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;#160;Lolo's Cafe (2006) (TV) (voice) .... Lolo &lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;#160;Carlito's Way: Rise to Power (2005) (V) .... Nacho Reyes &lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;#160;Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story (2005) .... Balon &lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;#160;Waiting... (2005) .... Raddimus &lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;#160;Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004) .... Bald Man&lt;br /&gt;... aka Lemony Snicket - R&amp;#228;tselhafte Ereignisse (Germany) &lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;#160;Harold &amp;#38; Kumar Go to White Castle (2004) (scenes deleted) .... Maria's Brother&lt;br /&gt;... aka Harold &amp;#38; Kumar Get the Munchies (Europe: English title) (UK) &lt;br /&gt;... aka Harold et Kumar chassent le burger (Canada: French title) &lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;#160;Runaway Jury (2003) (uncredited) .... Jerry Hernandez &lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Luis&amp;#34; (2003) TV Series .... Luis &lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;#160;Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd (2003) .... Ray &lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;#160;Anger Management (2003) .... Lou &lt;br /&gt;19.&amp;#160;Confidence (2003) (as Luis Guzman) .... Officer Omar Manzano&lt;br /&gt;... aka Confidence: After Dark (UK) &lt;br /&gt;... aka En toute confiance (Canada: French title) &lt;br /&gt;20.&amp;#160;Grand Theft Auto: Vice City (2002) (VG) (voice) .... Ricardo Diaz&lt;br /&gt;... aka Vice City (USA: short title) &lt;br /&gt;21.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Frasier&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Enemy at the Gate (2002) TV Episode .... George &lt;br /&gt;22.&amp;#160;The Adventures of Pluto Nash (2002) .... Felix Laranga&lt;br /&gt;... aka Pluto Nash (UK) (USA: working title) &lt;br /&gt;23.&amp;#160;Welcome to Collinwood (2002) .... Cosimo&lt;br /&gt;... aka Safecrackers oder Diebe haben's schwer (Germany) &lt;br /&gt;24.&amp;#160;Punch-Drunk Love (2002) .... Lance &lt;br /&gt;25.&amp;#160;The Salton Sea (2002) .... Quincy &lt;br /&gt;26.&amp;#160;The Count of Monte Cristo (2002) .... Jacopo&lt;br /&gt;... aka Alexandre Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo (USA: complete title) &lt;br /&gt;27.&amp;#160;Home Invaders (2001) .... Peligro &lt;br /&gt;28.&amp;#160;Double Whammy (2001) .... Juan Benitez &lt;br /&gt;29.&amp;#160;Traffic (2000) .... Ray Castro&lt;br /&gt;... aka Traffic - Die Macht des Kartells (Germany) &lt;br /&gt;30.&amp;#160;Thin Air (2000) (TV) .... Chollo&lt;br /&gt;... aka Robert B. Parker's Thin Air (USA) &lt;br /&gt;31.&amp;#160;Luckytown (2000) .... Jimmy &lt;br /&gt;32.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Oz&amp;#34; .... Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez (1998-2000)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - The Bill of Wrongs (2000) TV Episode .... Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Obituaries (2000) TV Episode .... Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - A Cock and Balls Story (2000) TV Episode .... Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Out o' Time (1999) TV Episode .... Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Secret Identities (1999) TV Episode .... Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; (4 more) &lt;br /&gt;33.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;The Beat&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Cueca Solo (2000) TV Episode &lt;br /&gt;34.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;The Huntress&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Pilot (2000) TV Episode .... Paulie Dortmunder &lt;br /&gt;35.&amp;#160;Sam the Man (2000) .... Murray &lt;br /&gt;36.&amp;#160;Table One (2000) .... Xavier&lt;br /&gt;37.&amp;#160;Magnolia (1999) (as Luis Guzman) .... Luis&lt;br /&gt;... aka mag-no'li-a (USA: promotional title) &lt;br /&gt;38.&amp;#160;The Bone Collector (1999) (as Luis Guzman) .... Eddie Ortiz &lt;br /&gt;39.&amp;#160;Mystery Men (1999) (uncredited) .... Mexican Restaurant Owner (DVD deleted scenes) &lt;br /&gt;40.&amp;#160;The Limey (1999) (as Luis Guzman) .... Eduardo Roel &lt;br /&gt;41.&amp;#160;Mind Prey (1999) (TV) .... Det. Black&lt;br /&gt;... aka John Sanford's Mind Prey (USA: alternative title) &lt;br /&gt;42.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Trinity&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - In a Yellow Wood (1998) TV Episode &lt;br /&gt;43.&amp;#160;One Tough Cop (1998) .... Gunman Popi &lt;br /&gt;44.&amp;#160;Snake Eyes (1998) (as Luis Guzman) .... Cyrus &lt;br /&gt;45.&amp;#160;Out of Sight (1998) (as Luis Guzman) .... Chino &lt;br /&gt;46.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Early Edition&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - The Quality of Mercy (1998) TV Episode .... John Hernandez &lt;br /&gt;47.&amp;#160;Boogie Nights (1997) (as Luis Guzman) .... Maurice I I. Rodriguez &lt;br /&gt;48.&amp;#160;Pronto (1997) (TV) (as Luis Guzman) .... Buck Torres &lt;br /&gt;49.&amp;#160;The Brave (1997) .... Luis &lt;br /&gt;50.&amp;#160;On Seventh Avenue (1996) (TV) &lt;br /&gt;51.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;New York Undercover&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;... aka Uptown Undercover &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Deep Cover (1996) TV Episode .... Joaquin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Bad Girls (1995) TV Episode .... Det. Lopez &lt;br /&gt;52.&amp;#160;The Substitute (1996) .... Rem &lt;br /&gt;53.&amp;#160;Stonewall (1995) .... Vito &lt;br /&gt;54.&amp;#160;Lotto Land (1995) .... Ricki &lt;br /&gt;55.&amp;#160;The Burning Season (1994) (TV) .... Estate Boss &lt;br /&gt;56.&amp;#160;The Cowboy Way (1994) .... Chango &lt;br /&gt;57.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;SeaQuest DSV&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;... aka SeaQuest 2032 (USA: new title) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - The Good Death (1994) TV Episode .... General Guzmano &lt;br /&gt;58.&amp;#160;Vagabundo con suerte, El (1994) .... Luis &lt;br /&gt;59.&amp;#160;Hand Gun (1994) .... Jacks Man Rick &lt;br /&gt;60.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;NYPD Blue&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Ice Follies (1993) TV Episode .... Hector Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Emission Accomplished (1993) TV Episode .... Hector Martinez &lt;br /&gt;61.&amp;#160;Carlito's Way (1993) (as Luis Guzman) .... Pachanga &lt;br /&gt;62.&amp;#160;Mr. Wonderful (1993) .... Juice &lt;br /&gt;63.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Walker, Texas Ranger&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Storm Warning (1993) TV Episode (as Luis Guzman) .... Gomez &lt;br /&gt;64.&amp;#160;Double Deception (1993) (TV) .... Ronald Sharkey &lt;br /&gt;65.&amp;#160;Guilty as Sin (1993) .... Lt. Martinez &lt;br /&gt;66.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Homicide: Life on the Street&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;... aka Homicide (USA: informal short title) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Son of a Gun (1993) TV Episode .... Larry &lt;br /&gt;67.&amp;#160;Naked in New York (1993) .... Auditioner &lt;br /&gt;68.&amp;#160;Innocent Blood (1992) .... Morales&lt;br /&gt;... aka A French Vampire in America &lt;br /&gt;69.&amp;#160;To Catch a Killer (1992) (TV) (uncredited) .... Waiter &lt;br /&gt;70.&amp;#160;In the Shadow of a Killer (1992) (TV) .... Louis Velazquez &lt;br /&gt;71.&amp;#160;Quiet Killer (1992) (TV) .... Adelaido Ortiz&lt;br /&gt;... aka Black Death (UK) &lt;br /&gt;... aka New York, alerte &amp;#224; la peste (France) &lt;br /&gt;72.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Civil Wars&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Tape Fear (1992) TV Episode (as Luis Guzman) &lt;br /&gt;73.&amp;#160;Jumpin' at the Boneyard (1992) .... Taxi Driver &lt;br /&gt;74.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Law &amp;#38; Order&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;... aka Law &amp;#38; Order Prime (USA: informal title) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Heaven (1991) TV Episode .... Cesar Pescador &lt;br /&gt;75.&amp;#160;McBain (1991) .... Papo &lt;br /&gt;76.&amp;#160;The Hard Way (1991) .... Detective Benny Pooley, NYPD &lt;br /&gt;77.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Monsters&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Desirable Alien (1991) TV Episode &lt;br /&gt;78.&amp;#160;Empire City (1991) (TV) &lt;br /&gt;79.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Hunter&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - La Familia (1990) TV Episode (as Luis Guzman) .... Carlos Delgado &lt;br /&gt;80.&amp;#160;Q &amp;#38; A (1990) (as Luis Guzman) .... Det. Luis Valentin&lt;br /&gt;81.&amp;#160;Family Business (1989) .... Julio Torres, Vitel Meat Worker &lt;br /&gt;82.&amp;#160;Black Rain (1989/I) (as Luis Guzman) .... Frankie &lt;br /&gt;83.&amp;#160;Rooftops (1989) .... Martinez &lt;br /&gt;84.&amp;#160;True Believer (1989) .... Ortega&lt;br /&gt;... aka Fighting Justice (Philippines: English title) &lt;br /&gt;85.&amp;#160;'Crocodile' Dundee II (1988) (as Luis Guzman) .... Jose &lt;br /&gt;86.&amp;#160;*batteries not included (1987) (uncredited) .... Bystander &lt;br /&gt;87.&amp;#160;Heartbeat (1987) (V) .... Gang Member #2 &lt;br /&gt;88.&amp;#160;No Picnic (1987) .... Arroyo &lt;br /&gt;89.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;Miami Vice&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Free Verse (1986) TV Episode (as Luis Guzman) .... First Goon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Prodigal Son (1985) TV Episode (as Luis Guzman) .... Miguel &lt;br /&gt;90.&amp;#160;&amp;#34;The Equalizer&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - The Lock Box (1985) TV Episode .... Gypsy Cabbie &lt;br /&gt;91.&amp;#160;Variety (1983) .... Jose&lt;br /&gt;92.&amp;#160;Short Eyes (1977) (as Luis Guzman) &lt;br /&gt;... aka Slammer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115699654524829442?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115699654524829442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115699654524829442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115699654524829442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115699654524829442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-edge-theater-presents-carlitos-way.html' title='NEW EDGE THEATER PRESENTS &quot;CARLITOS WAY&quot; LOUIE GUZMAN IN CALLE LUNA CALLE SOL'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115681751806994955</id><published>2006-08-28T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:11:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAUGHTY LOLA AND HER SEXY 7 WEPAwebTV TEMPTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NAUGHTYLOLAANDHERSEXY7WEPAwebTVTEMPTATIONS806.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NAUGHTYLOLAANDHERSEXY7WEPAwebTVTEMPTATIONS806.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NAUGHTYLOLAANDHERSEXY7WEPAwebTVTEMPTATIONS806.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music by BLESSED &amp;#8220;CUERPO&amp;#8221; Latino hip hop&lt;br /&gt;now playing on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of our custom digital clips EL EXTREMES ELECTRIC CABARET teams up with BLESSED from Detroit to present new edge caf&amp;#233;&amp;#8217;s sexiest female members alongside the companies own LOLA MAGDALENA (Maria Hernandez) going burlesque as DelRio V - le chanteuse del amor erotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining Latin Hip Hop with That New Bronx Nuyorican Edge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115681751806994955?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115681751806994955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115681751806994955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115681751806994955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115681751806994955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/naughty-lola-and-her-sexy-7-wepawebtv.html' title='NAUGHTY LOLA AND HER SEXY 7 WEPAwebTV TEMPTATIONS'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115673522421970531</id><published>2006-08-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:20:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO: Has ET Really Called? </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-UFOHasETReallyCalled578.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-UFOHasETReallyCalled578.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-UFOHasETReallyCalled578.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#34;We have confirmation that SETI has received signals &amp;#34;confirmed&amp;#34;as contact from an alien source. These multiple signals are increasing in number and frequency. Two inside sources from SETI have confirmed this information. Efforts are being made to get one of the sources (a senior official) to go public with this information. Since the beginning of the reception of these signals, a human force has attempted to &amp;#34;jam&amp;#34; these transmissions.&amp;#34; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UFO GRAYS CONTACT ALIEN EXTRATERESTRIAL INVASION MARS SEX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115673522421970531?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115673522421970531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115673522421970531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115673522421970531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115673522421970531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/ufo-has-et-really-called.html' title='UFO: Has ET Really Called? '/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115670732910582023</id><published>2006-08-27T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:35:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA CHASAN - one love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LACHASANOneLove825.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LACHASANOneLove825.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LACHASANOneLove825.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LA CHASAN: the next GENERATION X treme &lt;br /&gt;daughter of MAMBO X MAN&lt;br /&gt;now playing on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/Directed"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/Directed&lt;/a&gt; by the man Mayor Bloomberg has said is the &amp;#34;Hezbolah of Latino Arts in the Bronx&amp;#34;, Luis Chaluisan, New Edge Theater's PREMIERE OF LA CHASAN marks the debut of what can only be described as a miracle of survival. Raised by a fierce INDEPENDENTISTA mother from HAYUA PR and shocked into performance by the Psychosomatic Latin Blues of El Extreme&amp;#160; LA CHASAN is now on display for all to see and pray for!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115670732910582023?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115670732910582023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115670732910582023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115670732910582023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115670732910582023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-chasan-one-love.html' title='LA CHASAN - one love'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115643582024721329</id><published>2006-08-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:10:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLAlicious AND HER AMAZING BARKING PUSSYcat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LOLAliciousANDHERAMAZINGBARKINGPUSSYcat965.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LOLAliciousANDHERAMAZINGBARKINGPUSSYcat965.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-LOLAliciousANDHERAMAZINGBARKINGPUSSYcat965.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHATS A GIRL TO DO WHEN HER PUSSYcat STARTS TO BARK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;WEPAwebTV streaming for the poor and the ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115643582024721329?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115643582024721329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115643582024721329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115643582024721329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115643582024721329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/lolalicious-and-her-amazing-barking.html' title='LOLAlicious AND HER AMAZING BARKING PUSSYcat'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115639412696996171</id><published>2006-08-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:35:27.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ULTIMATE ORGASM - see it yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-THEULTIMATEORGASMSeeItYourself920.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-THEULTIMATEORGASMSeeItYourself920.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-THEULTIMATEORGASMSeeItYourself920.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you breath in or out? now playing on BLIP TV plus&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuQNbL3ZTrU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuQNbL3ZTrU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=82f3cbcebddedc0dc4150c06e81b2d18.744769"&gt;http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=82f3cbcebddedc0dc4150c06e81b2d18.744769&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;#38;videoid=1083968464"&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;#38;videoid=1083968464&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;links on &lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115639412696996171?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115639412696996171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115639412696996171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115639412696996171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115639412696996171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/ultimate-orgasm-see-it-yourself.html' title='THE ULTIMATE ORGASM - see it yourself'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115474139191442944</id><published>2006-08-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:29:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?RIDING THE VIRAL DREAM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-RIDINGTHEVIRALDREAM676.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/uploadedFiles/Mambohiphop-RIDINGTHEVIRALDREAM789.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-RIDINGTHEVIRALDREAM676.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the release of &amp;#8220;Riding The Viral Dream&amp;#8221; excerpt on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -- New Edge Theater adds a fifth web page to our expanding streaming site with an additional dozen pages scheduled to be launched this coming week featuring new digital clips, guest video appearances and classic new edge material from the Banned on You Tube Series (BYTS). Tonight&amp;#8217;s R rated clip features digital film of Lola Magdalena daydreaming about her psychosexual mentor Vanessa Del Rio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newedgecabaret.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.newedgecabaret.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The full version of &amp;#8220;RIDING THE VIRAL DREAM&amp;#8221; is the first film short to be rated NC-17 by the MPAA rating board where no actor in the film appears nude or engages in a live sexual act. Instead 16th-18th century erotic paintings executed by catholic monks from the Vatican&amp;#8217;s private collection in Rome are utilized in the project- their explicitness garnered the film short its unique credit in film history. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The producers wish to thank Prince Albert of Monaco (an Amherst Graduate) for securing access to the collection. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115474139191442944?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115474139191442944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115474139191442944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115474139191442944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115474139191442944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/riding-viral-dream.html' title='?RIDING THE VIRAL DREAM?'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115441918763221657</id><published>2006-08-01T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:59:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTLAW ARTIST ? el extremes electric cabaret</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-OUTLAWARTISTElExtremesElectricCabaret554.wmv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/uploadedFiles/Mambohiphop-OUTLAWARTISTElExtremesElectricCabaret246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-OUTLAWARTISTElExtremesElectricCabaret554.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;OUTLAW ARTIST  el extremes electric cabaret ROCKERO DE COMBATE  latin rock outlaw SHIMY SHAMY A LANG LANG DANCE PART II  beyond the X http://www.myspace.com/mambohiphop New Edge Theater is at it again pushing the envelope of what is art, madness or trash. This time Lola Magdalena works her money maker in real time while the Electric Cabaret samples everything from rap and grafitti to sexy knee pads and german chocolates in live performance and the NY Streets . http://www.myspace.com/mambohiphop Cut was originally prepared for newedgecinema but was lost in cyberspace until now. Nuyorican Bronx Salsa Reggaeton Rap Hiphop Puertorican Latino Latina R&amp;B blues Boricua Newyork nude sex &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115441918763221657?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115441918763221657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115441918763221657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115441918763221657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115441918763221657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/outlaw-artist-el-extremes-electric.html' title='OUTLAW ARTIST ? el extremes electric cabaret'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-115048370979396744</id><published>2006-06-16T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:48:29.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;NAKED BRUSH WITH GREATNESS  the sexy Lola Magdalena AY MAMI!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;    &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NAKEDBRUSHWITHGREATNESSTheSexyLolaMagdalenaAYMAMI812.wmv"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://blip.tv/uploadedFiles/Mambohiphop-NAKEDBRUSHWITHGREATNESSTheSexyLolaMagdalenaAYMAMI951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;    &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NAKEDBRUSHWITHGREATNESSTheSexyLolaMagdalenaAYMAMI812.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sexy &amp;#8216;Minnie Mouse in a Dior Dress&amp;#8217; &amp;#8220;Lola Magdalena&amp;#8221; (Maria Hernandez) demonstrates her ventriloquist skills as she handles an oversized El Extreme &amp;#8220;dummy&amp;#8221; and expounds on her private philosophy. It just goes to show who wears the Thong at New Edge Theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available for download at payloadz &amp;#8211; write &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Mambohiphop@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mambohiphop@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for link (Just one dollar, un peso, twenty million lira and you can have Lola warming your computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My father may come from a country town in Puerto Rico but he&amp;#8217;s no hick. By the mid 1950&amp;#8217;s he already had some college, serves in the military (Korea) rising to the rank of Seargent and has a job, family plus bills. That don&amp;#8217;t stop him from hanging out in all kind of bars, nightclubs, and Manhattan illegal gambling houses. Shortly before his death in November he had a long talk with about his life &amp;#8211; his young life. And from that conversation comes this curious bon mot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On one midnight troll he happens into this small dive in lower Manhattan. A night dreamers paradise. The gregariousness of his youth leads him to striking up a conversation with this stranger sitting in the corner table. They talk, laugh, he sings for the stranger, the mustachioed gentleman does impressions and mimics my dad making him crack up. The place is pretty empty and so these two heavy drinkers welcome the opportunity to pass their cups in a special private encounter. Poppie swears he doesn&amp;#8217;t know the man or his last name but later that week he puts on the TV and sees the stranger on TV hosting his own late night show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&amp;#8217;s Earnie Kovaks and he makes quick reference to his encounter with Pops in an opening monologue. I understood then why Pops took to every picture this unique man was in and pulled me to the TV whenever he came on the screen. So for Pops and Senor Kovaks (The Emmy Winning innovator of early television) we present the &amp;#8220;Many Aliases Of A Simple Girl&amp;#8221; featuring Maria Hernandez as LOLA MAGDALENA and El Extreme as &amp;#8220;Freddie of The Long Ashes&amp;#8221; (dedicated to Federico Chaluisan 1931-2005 Para Siempre Negro Para Siempere (from Mommie))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FESTIVAL OF LOW COUNTS KICKS OFF JUNE 20th &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have reviewed more than 1100 videos from our group members at newedgecinema after placing them in The El Extreme favorites file and subsidiary groups. On June 20th we will be featuring 100 of them on this site in the &amp;#34;Festival of Low Counts&amp;#34;: member videos with low viewership counts (between 2-300) that for whatever reason have been overlooked by other YOUtube users but which are pretty good (seven people from New EdgeTheater company plus an associate from the NY Times have been an informal judges panel picking the clips)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-115048370979396744?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115048370979396744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=115048370979396744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115048370979396744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/115048370979396744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/naked-brush-with-greatness-sexy-lola.html' title=''/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-114784635996990533</id><published>2006-05-16T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:12:40.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;NEW EDGE THEATER BIGGER THAN SEX ON PREMIERE STREAMING VIDEO SITE&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;    &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NEWEDGETHEATERBIGGERTHANSEXONPREMIERESTREAMINGVIDEOSITE888.wmv"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://blip.tv/uploadedFiles/Mambohiphop-NEWEDGETHEATERBIGGERTHANSEXONPREMIERESTREAMINGVIDEOSITE908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;    &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-NEWEDGETHEATERBIGGERTHANSEXONPREMIERESTREAMINGVIDEOSITE888.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW EDGE THEATER BIGGER THAN SEX ON PREMIERE STREAMING VIDEO SITE&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the help of our loyal mambohiphop members the company is now the verified Number ONE Entertainment &amp;#8220;group&amp;#8221; on YOUtube &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/group/newedgecinema&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-114784635996990533?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114784635996990533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=114784635996990533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/114784635996990533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/114784635996990533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-edge-theater-bigger-than-sex-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-114713624849068810</id><published>2006-05-08T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:57:28.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;JESUS BREAKDANCING ON THE CROSS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;    &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-JESUSBREAKDANCINGONTHECROSS225.wmv"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://blip.tv/uploadedFiles/Mambohiphop-JESUSBREAKDANCINGONTHECROSS231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;    &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Mambohiphop-JESUSBREAKDANCINGONTHECROSS225.wmv"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;Latin Jazz up on Group HERES AN EXCLUSIVE FOR YOU as a friend of newedgecinema Did you catch our co director Maria Hernandez on The Sopranos last night? It was quick but, hey, SHE DID IT ON HER OWN. Thats what we encourage everyone to do with their lives who comes in contact with us. Want to be a part of something?experience pop culture? TAKE SOME STEPS make a call! Write a piece ... Create your own universe and hype it as if you're the mega star of the Century. Because you are! The greatest story any of us have to tell is our own. Are you realizing your own story? Are you reasdy to share it with us metyephorically through this whole streaming fad. Jump on in - the water is fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-114713624849068810?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114713624849068810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=114713624849068810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/114713624849068810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/114713624849068810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/jesus-breakdancing-on-cross-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-114409919902226376</id><published>2006-04-03T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:19:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was a Teenage Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1996, Pedro Montero, then 18-year-old terrorist-in-training, stood face to face with his idol: Osama bin Laden. Before long, Montero would join the ranks of al-Qaeda’s jihad in Afghanistan, fulfilling the calling of his hard-line Islamist Bodega family by waging war against the hated Crusaders. Now, after a stint at Guantanamo Bay prison, Pedro will become a Nuyorican hero—at least if roughrican productions has its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The April 5th edition of WEPAnews reports that a movie deal is in the works about the 27-year old lapsed-terrorist’s life. New Edge Theater has even enlisted the Hola-nominated screenwriter Wilson Segarra to turn Pedro’s story into a script. The web movie will reportedly find a feel-good lesson in Pedro’s journey from bin-Laden’s training camp in Afghanistan, through Guantanamo and Bosnia to Toronto, Canada and then El Barrio NYC, where Montero, having allegedly renounced his terrorist ways, now resides with other members of his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montero certainly has his work cut out for him. The tale of a young rebel who never reconciled himself to his extremist ways may set the hearts of indie producers aflutter. But it would be difficult to tell a story more incompatible with the facts of Montero’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Montero family name first became widely known in El Barrio  in 1996, when Pedro’s father, Angel “Sweet Lips” Montero was arrested on 110th Street for his role in a local Pakistani numbers running operation that funneled 150 million dollars a year to Al Queda. Brooklyn born “Sweet Lips” Montero’s career in terrorism can be dated to the 1980s, when he befriended Osama bin Laden in San Juan during the terrorists break in his  jihad against Soviet forces to attend a Salsa Congress on the island..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Taliban captured Kabul in 1996, Montero moved his family from El Barrio to Afghanistan, where they could be closer to bin-Laden and get in on the ground floor of poppie distribution. Pedro and Flaco Montero, the eldest of  Montero’s sons, duly attended an al-Qaeda training camp at Khalden, Afghanistan, receiving a solid grounding in terrorist ideology and weapons training. So intimate were the ties between the Montero family and bin Laden that in January of 2001—eight months before the 9-11 attacks--the Montero’s attended the wedding of bin Laden’s son, Mohammed where he gave him, a high end Kitchen blender as a wedding gift.  Little wonder that Pedro today describes his family as an “al-Qaeda family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention has been fixed on a Galavision documentary on the Montero family that premiered last spring. It features Pedro, in full confessional mode, saying: “I admit it that we are an al-Qaeda family. We had connections to al-Qaeda.” Pedro also stresses that he disobeyed his father’s directives to become a suicide bomber. “(I am) a person that was raised to become an Al Qaeda, was raised to become a suicide bomber, was raised to become a bad person, and I decided on my own that I do not want to be that,” he has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is that the only inconsistency in Pedro ostensibly inspiring biography. Following his 2002 capture in Afghanistan, Pedro was turned over to U.S. forces. An interrogation yielded that the young jihadist boasted close connections to the top echelons of al-Qaeda leadership. An offer from the CIA followed: a $5,000 initial bonus for his cooperation and an additional monthly stipend of $3,000 to show American investigators the locations of some al-Qaeda members’ former Kabul safe houses. Pedro agreed. The story of a chastened militant working with the U.S. in atonement for his past sins was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story does not withstand serious scrutiny. On July 21, 2003, after a few months of “cooperation” while in US custody, Pedro’s CIA handlers sent him to Bosnia. His mission: to seek out al-Qaeda operatives and use their “pipeline” to make his way to Iraq. And that’s when the myth of his “cooperation” began to unravel. In Bosnia the CIA showered him with money but, Pedro, finally free of US confinement, decided to get out. “I can't do this anymore,” he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recounting his conversation with his CIA handler, Pedro said: “So in the morning the news started coming out and we met again the next night. So he told me yeah, it's out in the Washington Post and in this and that. You need to move out of the house, the apartment you're living in. We're going to move you out today....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 30, 2003, Pedro arrived in Toronto after walking away from the CIA and entering the Canadian embassy in Bosnia.  The CIA, out-maneuvered by the Montero family and their media contacts, had to cut its losses. Pedro’s escape was the only substantial product of his cooperation.  Of the CIA money he said, “…don't think you're doing me a big favor by giving me that money. I'm doing you a big favor by working for you….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Pedro’s family believe he truly abandoned his terrorist habits?  Pedro’s sister Zenobia, for instance, insists that he never had any intention of cooperating with the CIA: “As long as he didn't really help them. If he did, I'd be really ashamed of him. If he just fooled them, I don't mind it. If he really did something, I'd be ashamed of him.” Pedro’s mother Maha agrees: “He used his intelligence and it's okay,” she said. Pedro, for his part, has cast doubt on his made-for-T.V. conversion. “I'm my father's son,” he explained in an interview. His father gave up the terrorist’s life only in October, 2003, when a gun battle with Bronx Detectives ended it permanently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-114409919902226376?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114409919902226376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=114409919902226376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/114409919902226376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/114409919902226376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-teenage-terrorist.html' title='I Was a Teenage Terrorist'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111817381347305457</id><published>2005-06-07T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:50:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT IS IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I tell you, you witness just about anything once you're on the mainland and hang with Nuyoricans. You're stuck with us and our strange experiences in this strange land. If that's not enough we got a whole mess of cool cousins coming for the holidays from all points south. Don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be a revelation, my little friend. Something you’ll write about for many millennia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all true. And if not it should be. Like WC Fields says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is a funny little thing. It’s amazing any of us get out of it alive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figure nothing from nothing leaves nothing. Buena Noche Che Che. It’s been real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“While life in the U.S. appears to be in disorder there's an order to IT. We fit somewhere in this order on the mainland and IT really has to do with self realization.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Don Luis &amp; Chasan Chaluisan, Heriberto &amp;amp; Belencita Batlle, Dona Cristina &amp; Custodia Medina, Eddie Figueroa, Richie &amp;amp; Ray Maldonado, Izzy Sanabria, Leyla/Lefty/Rocky &amp; Soledad Barreto, Isa Diaz, John Aller, Judy Kash, Steve Athanas, Maureen Davis, Ron Wagner, Chuck Curry, Walter Riggs, and Freddie/Ron/Debbie/Emily/Tito/Chris &amp;amp; Ana Chaluisan who see IT all before anyone knows IT is even happening around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we’re walking together&lt;br /&gt;People just stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;But if you could see them through my eyes They wouldn’t be a threat but a plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111817381347305457?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111817381347305457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111817381347305457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111817381347305457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111817381347305457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-is-it.html' title='THAT IS IT'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111809005526138414</id><published>2005-06-06T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:34:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY PASSING BY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Riding a low slung&lt;br /&gt;Black Cadillac Tonight&lt;br /&gt;With a voodoo princess&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at my side&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of pain&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing that remains&lt;br /&gt;We’re riding all the way&lt;br /&gt;To some new dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sex and&lt;br /&gt; El and Sin&lt;br /&gt;Pass the scene &lt;br /&gt;Riding a low slung black Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;I fight&lt;br /&gt;The tears are coming down&lt;br /&gt;Left and right&lt;br /&gt;I grip the wheel&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Choke with delight &lt;br /&gt;Riding a low slung&lt;br /&gt;Black Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;I dream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;La does her job&lt;br /&gt;Let’s El go&lt;br /&gt;In the Cascade&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Desert&lt;br /&gt;It throws him &lt;br /&gt;Off for a while&lt;br /&gt;A man drowning&lt;br /&gt;On dry land&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;La Virgen ascends &lt;br /&gt;With the morning &lt;br /&gt;Songbirds to cool &lt;br /&gt;Me down with &lt;br /&gt;Menthol kisses&lt;br /&gt;In the last moments &lt;br /&gt;Of my acid rodeo&lt;br /&gt;Along the base &lt;br /&gt;Of my self pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE TO BE ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHEN YOU RAGE&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THESE WORDS&lt;br /&gt;BE ALONE AT PERFECT PEACE AND EASE&lt;br /&gt;AND FEEL OUR LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU MEET PAST ADVERSARIES&lt;br /&gt;OR LOVERS&lt;br /&gt;LET THEM BE WHO THEY NEED TO BE&lt;br /&gt;TO GO ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU CAN LOOK AT THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;IN THE EYE&lt;br /&gt;HEAL IN YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND&lt;br /&gt;LET THE LIGHT BLESS YOUR EYES&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU CAN SEE THE GLORY BEFORE YOU&lt;br /&gt;LED BY AN INNER GLOW&lt;br /&gt;REACHING OUT TO THE UNIVERSAL &lt;br /&gt;SUNLIGHT OF THE SPIRIT&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;CRY&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;BE FREE&lt;br /&gt;TRAVEL THE CIRCLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111809005526138414?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111809005526138414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111809005526138414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111809005526138414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111809005526138414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-passing-by.html' title='ONLY PASSING BY'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111803951669014951</id><published>2005-06-05T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:31:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUCK ON STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sin  climbs &lt;br /&gt;Back upward through &lt;br /&gt;Lucky’s mind&lt;br /&gt;Frees us &lt;br /&gt;From danger by &lt;br /&gt;Grabbing the frozen &lt;br /&gt;Tufts of Lucky’s &lt;br /&gt;Blissed out confusion&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amazed&lt;br /&gt;I see &lt;br /&gt;Lucky’s twitching legs &lt;br /&gt;Are now above us&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;His head below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get into Sin’s car &lt;br /&gt;Her words &lt;br /&gt;are short &lt;br /&gt;and to the point &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time &lt;br /&gt;for us &lt;br /&gt;to go &lt;br /&gt;we’ve&lt;br /&gt;seen  &lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Jet&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific Coast &lt;br /&gt;And escape &lt;br /&gt;The nightshade &lt;br /&gt;Of Lucky’s Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin &lt;br /&gt;Reveals &lt;br /&gt;Herself&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt;And explains it &lt;br /&gt;All to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I CREEP &lt;br /&gt;THE CENTER &lt;br /&gt;OF HIS&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHTS &lt;br /&gt;STUCK ON STUPID&lt;br /&gt;AFTER HIS FALL &lt;br /&gt;FROM GRACE&lt;br /&gt;HEADFIRST &lt;br /&gt;INTO HIS SOUL&lt;br /&gt;HIS  REASONING &lt;br /&gt;GOES  NORTH &lt;br /&gt;TASTING ANDES CANDIES&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT CAUGHT &lt;br /&gt;IN TIME&lt;br /&gt;LEAVING ONLY A &lt;br /&gt;MOUNTAIN OF PURGATORY &lt;br /&gt;IN THE SOUTHERN WATERS &lt;br /&gt;OF HIS MOUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111803951669014951?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111803951669014951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111803951669014951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111803951669014951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111803951669014951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/stuck-on-stupid.html' title='STUCK ON STUPID'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111797670251947287</id><published>2005-06-05T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T06:05:02.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>96 TEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The wind outside Tempe blows a horrible stench and this weird laughter tortures the desert’s ears. We stop to rest and spot a fundamentalist revival tent filled by a  waste of human flesh. Try to get my thoughts together about Randy.  I realize he’s sending me a message with his own special humor from the otherside in that tent. Man, you’ll never believe what greets our eyes in there. Despite being neck deep in bullshit these freaks flatter each other endlessly. Ran goes out his way flattering no one but himself. After a few minutes La  says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we’ve seen enough of this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive off hooking up with a defrocked priest who puts us up for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Pallela is thrown out of the Catholic Church for seducing little boys. He heads a traveling group of orphaned Mexican choirboys called Los Changuitos Nuevos. Pallela’s found guilty of using religious power to cover his sins with black sacraments of money. Late that night we watch in horror as he shoots himself driven by self-pity and a new investigation by Yuma Police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get worse. A day later, Los Marialitos come looking for Randy and me. They’re pissed about the ten-percent kickback. I know I got to square things with the Cubans; tell them about Randy and the Mexicans. They can take care of the raza once they know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marialitos tell me to meet them at a refrigeration plant not far from the desecrated chapel at Tumacacari. La drives to the spot and we arrive well after the witching hour. Inside I see what looks like speaker towers draped dead center of the one-acre floor. A dry ice fog sweeps around everything. Walking closer we step onto an ice rink clear as glass. The crew of bandolero cops from the heist are frozen up to their necks. Damn, these Marialito bastards got eyes everywhere. The cops are really submerged in storage bins that clamp shut around their throats. Their teeth click away as they repeat the traitor’s dirge, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not I did not do it never&lt;br /&gt;No not I did not do it never &lt;br /&gt;No not I did not do it never&lt;br /&gt;No not I did not do it never &lt;br /&gt;No not I did not do it never&lt;br /&gt;No not I did not do it never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two other thugs are frozen face to face. They butt their heads against each other. I accidentally kick one smack in the cheek as I step over them. He’s munching on the other guy’s head from behind his ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is this? Eating Raul’s grunts rape the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you. Up there thinking. I’ll school you. This cabron and me are friends in Havana. El hijo de la gran puta snitches on me and the government locks my sons and me as traitors because we criticize that maricon Fidel. My boys starve to death in that cage but not me. I eat my own dead sons. I fuck up over here too after the great escape but so does he with these bastards. Now his ass is on my plate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see videos of decadent local musicians unwinding right under my feet. They’re several feet deep completely covered in the ice. I recognize local players who betray themselves by breathing massive rocks and not paying the piper. They’re watched endlessly for paydays. Straight ahead something really big looms in the fog, “look at the size of that thing.” A giant brute stares in front of us on a raised platform. This cat doesn’t move.  I don’t  know if he’s dead or alive but he’s huge and he sticks from the waist up on his icy throne. With his bodyguards by his side, it appears he has three freaky heads that divide at the shoulder and rejoin at the top. Their oversized shirt collars flutter beneath each head like a set of wings heaving back and forth with every icy breath. Lucky Cienfuegos and his duo Juasteco drone on slamming big time wolf tickets. They want to know if I’m in on deceiving them about the money. I tell them Randy’s dead but their mouths continue to feast on stories about ratfinks who betray their bosses. La quickly sizes up the situation and figures to light a path with her words. She’ll help me escape and save herself. La’s not conceited. She’s convinced that I’m innocent. La slowly mesmerizes the trio with her belt trick and humming as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky spits out &lt;br /&gt;Judas Iscariot &lt;br /&gt;His boyz &lt;br /&gt;Hang&lt;br /&gt;Fortunado the Federale&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Sammy the Bull&lt;br /&gt;In their left and right &lt;br /&gt;Mouths &lt;br /&gt;With long&lt;br /&gt;Hissing&lt;br /&gt;Syllables&lt;br /&gt;The traitor’s heads &lt;br /&gt;Stick out &lt;br /&gt;In consonants&lt;br /&gt;From the boyz lips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas rests headfirst&lt;br /&gt;On Lucky’s tongue  &lt;br /&gt;His twitching legs&lt;br /&gt;Swing in guilt as they &lt;br /&gt;Peddle Lucky’s tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three go on&lt;br /&gt;Chewing&lt;br /&gt;Chewing&lt;br /&gt;Chewing&lt;br /&gt;Chewing constantly &lt;br /&gt;Tearing traitors &lt;br /&gt;To pieces &lt;br /&gt;With their vowels&lt;br /&gt;Of menace &lt;br /&gt;But &lt;br /&gt;Never kill them &lt;br /&gt;Completely off&lt;br /&gt;An eternal feast &lt;br /&gt;Of agonized words&lt;br /&gt; La &lt;br /&gt;Reveals &lt;br /&gt;Herself&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;br /&gt;Sin&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Climbs &lt;br /&gt;Into &lt;br /&gt;Lucky’s&lt;br /&gt;Head&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Patiently&lt;br /&gt;Methodically&lt;br /&gt;Takes her best shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summoning &lt;br /&gt;all her Powers &lt;br /&gt;She slams Satan’s &lt;br /&gt;Three Stooges with&lt;br /&gt;Steps of hypnotic Poetic Justice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU HIT THAT SPOT&lt;br /&gt;WHERE EVERYTHING FLOWS&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTER TO TYPE&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A MOMENT OF VIRTUE&lt;br /&gt;THE WORD OUTGROWS CONFINED MEANING&lt;br /&gt;TRANSCENDS CONFINED MEANING&lt;br /&gt;LANDING IN SUPREME COMPANY&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN PASSES STILL HIGHER&lt;br /&gt;IMAGE TO ARCHEYPE&lt;br /&gt;AWAKENING A RAVENOUS LOVE BITE&lt;br /&gt;IN THE CENTER OF YOUR MIND&lt;br /&gt;WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN SO BLIND&lt;br /&gt;PAYING ATTENTION TO TIME&lt;br /&gt;THAN TIMING YOUR AFFECTION&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE BETTERMENT &lt;br /&gt;AND PERFECTION&lt;br /&gt;OF AN EXISTENCE INFECTED&lt;br /&gt;BY A DAY TO DAY HECTIC&lt;br /&gt;SCHEDULE OF EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;I STAND CORRECTED&lt;br /&gt;AND ACCEPT THE INJECTION&lt;br /&gt;AWAIT THE OBJECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;ABLAZE IN SELECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONAL DIGESTION&lt;br /&gt;OF EXTRA DIMENSIONAL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;DRAINED FROM THE TERMS &lt;br /&gt;OF ALL MY ADVENTURES&lt;br /&gt;ALL IS ORDER ONCE MORE&lt;br /&gt;MOVING TOWARDS SUPREME WISDOM&lt;br /&gt;LIBERATING A LIFE THAT REWARDS&lt;br /&gt;STILLNESS&lt;br /&gt;PASSING FROM SOLITARY TO SOLITARY&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL CAPTURED IN THE&lt;br /&gt;HYPERSPACE OF OUR MINDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111797670251947287?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111797670251947287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111797670251947287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111797670251947287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111797670251947287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/96-tears.html' title='96 TEARS'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111790171974126697</id><published>2005-06-04T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:15:19.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDY AND THE RAINBOWS</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the circle of the Desert freezes where I’m bewildered and strapped by infatuation for La.  It’s July 4th, 1992 and a thunderstorm locks us up at Chicago O’Haire. A strange sign of things to come. As the next day dawns, Southwest Airlines 231 slowly spirals downward towards Tucson and sets us down safely on the rocks at the edge of the desert. We  set up a low profile shop in a row of casitas on Helen Street right off the Speedway. Three evenly spaced raza outposts surround a police command post that rises out of an adobe wall running along the neighborhood border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La  swings my twisty love around the left side of barrio meetings and sets. We drift along the lazy sidestreets to look through mesquite windows. They reveal tortured suagro and choilla souls. Different kinds of "ordinary fraud" are punished in these places. A group of drunks constantly runs from one side of the Valley to the other. AA  gurus with great whips scourge the assembled souls as soon as they come into reach  and endlessly force them back to the other side of the county line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Randy Timmons runs with the hard cases. Ranster moves to the desert from Albany to chill. Now he’s freezing and needs a way out.  He’s punished because he sells his sister to a Marialito Slam Master operating in Tucson out of a southside strip club. Lucky Cienfuegos oversees the PANDERS AND SEDUCERS CLUB and his crew regularly deceives women for their own advantage while flooding Pima County with snow. These Marialito Cubans are a wild bunch of graduates from Fidel’s jails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Randy introduces me to an underground community of border refugees in Tucson’s Salsa bars where I pawn myself off as a big apple timbalero and singer with a couple of Southwest Salsa Cowboy Bands. Among the refugees is Vicente from Ciappas. His brothers are imprisoned and killed during an uprising few have even heard about at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy comes up with a self-serving plan to smuggle Vicente a shipment of arms in the Ciappas fight with the Mexican government. He’ll use a  truck he drives for a fruit company distributor in Nogales and drop them off near Mexico City. Normally, the Randster smuggles back Colombian Atom Bombs on these border crossings stuffed in the produce and false bottoms of the 20 wheeler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicente comes up with $20,000. Randy gets the guns for $15,000 from the Marialitos. They kick him ten percent not knowing he already hit the mint. Randy is Randy and eventually they’ll figure it out. The deal is set to go down during the Fiesta Patronales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nogales is choked with people crossing back and forth so the inspectors are more than busy. And since the Distribution Company is totally legit run by a Nogy guero, Rudy Van Liechtenstein, his truck gets a quick pass. It’s Randy who’s corrupt and his karma catches up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck overheats  twenty  miles from the border  and some shady Local Police notice. One recognizes Randy from a south Tucson dance hall where he does business with the Marialitos. He sniffs a score. They don’t know what it’ll be but figure with Randy involved it’s worth a hijack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Badges? We don’t need no stinking badges. We’re the federales – you know! The Mountain Police.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and the cop start bugging and a firefight breaks out. I don’t know what possesses Ran but he just cuffs the guy and the cop’s  partners start shooting.   We take off in parallel directions. I duck into the back alley of a store and break into a couple of side streets. They want Ranster though. Randy hops a fence and the next thing he’s on top of a horse jumping over a moped. The cops are momentarily stunned but resume capping everything in sight. Ran heads out of town. A local coyote is checking the whole scene out. He’s still smarting from a recent hit by the cops so he picks me up and we roll kicking up mad dust along desert passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pinchi chingada cabron  apura te hermanito ahorita los volamos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy cops don’t care about us at this point anymore. The truck is theirs. They’ll deal with Randy later. It’s their way. We wait a few miles from the border and then backtrack.  I spot  Randy by the side of the backroad and have the coyote pull over. He’s been shot bad through his thigh into his groin. There’s blood all over the horse and Randy. I smack the horse’s ass and drive it away. Gotta figure out our next move. The areas relatively empty because of the Fiestas in Nogy and the night is thick. Randy doesn’t want to go back over the border. He’s in a supremely screwed up spot. He’s dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hijuale! Que paso con esta vato.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eso Puta Madre cabrones chingaron un negocio con los vato indios de Ciappitas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Horale, que .... Pinchi Cabron. Pura tragedia. Mira, hijole esta muerto.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, he’s dead. Damn. He’s of no use to himself anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bury Randy in the desert under a 3 AM yellow moon praying blue tinged anguished rosaries to La Virgen. “Guide him across any celestial border he has to cross. Please.” A storm of meteors flares across the revealing sky as we finish piling dirt over Ran.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE DARK NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;WITH ITS&lt;br /&gt; TRANQUIL SHADOWS&lt;br /&gt;SINGS TO ME &lt;br /&gt;A  HUMBLE PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T KNOW HOW&lt;br /&gt;TO TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T KNOW HOW&lt;br /&gt;TO EXPLAIN IT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THERE’S NO REMEDY&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHAT I FEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOON TELLS ME &lt;br /&gt;ONE THING&lt;br /&gt;THE STARS OTHERS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAYBREAK SINGS &lt;br /&gt;TO ME&lt;br /&gt;A  SAD SONG&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE KISS &lt;br /&gt;OF LIFE &lt;br /&gt;YOU’VE GIVEN ME &lt;br /&gt;IS WHAT’S KILLING&lt;br /&gt;ME NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEARS DRY &lt;br /&gt;WITH THE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPEND &lt;br /&gt;AN ETERNITY &lt;br /&gt;WITH THE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T KNOW HOW &lt;br /&gt;TO BE&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THIS PAIN&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THIS LOSS&lt;br /&gt;THE KISS &lt;br /&gt;OF LIFE &lt;br /&gt;YOU’VE GIVEN ME &lt;br /&gt;IS WHAT’S KILLING&lt;br /&gt;ME NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEARS DRY &lt;br /&gt;WITH THE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I  SPEND &lt;br /&gt;AN ETERNITY &lt;br /&gt;WITH THE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good  night partner.” Crossing the border, I rendezvous with La and head up north to Phoenix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111790171974126697?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111790171974126697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111790171974126697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111790171974126697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111790171974126697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/randy-and-rainbows.html' title='RANDY AND THE RAINBOWS'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111783051258818411</id><published>2005-06-03T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:28:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL TWIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La and me stumble through a ravine of broken yellowed tenement bricks on Fifth near downtown after Daz drops us off near the Emma Willard School. Pretty soon, we find a ring of sand that surrounds a living forest of bush smoking local Deadheads. Campfires illuminate them as they worship their god Jerry Garcia, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Die Jerry Die already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is red-hot even though a powdery winter white snow covers everything in sight. An unending cascade of slow flaked embers from the Deadhead campfires rains a storm of tiny red-hot meteors to devour the snow they discover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A triplet of  Drag Queens cut us off when we split the smoky Head quarters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heyyyyyyyy brotherman. I see you standing there with your chippie on the street. Standing in all that heat. Why don’t we meet. Ahaaaa!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What you talkin about Willis? You don’t recognize us with our clothes on? What is the world coming to when a Bronx boy won’t recognize some Bronx Grrrrllllls.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sharon, Princess Sandy and Suzie Q are geeking from a constant furnace of cooked base and cheap malt liquor. Their faces are burned beyond recognition from inhaling kilos of sizzling baking soda and arsenic released from chore boy screens in ripped TV antennas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How’s the life back home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Full of excess and arrogance girlfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Same here Baby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La  turns around and makes a strange request, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me your belt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What for? Are we going to get freaky? I start to cut loose as memories of Lola’s Ice Palace fill me head. Jump around jump around jump around spank me  who’s your daddy, spank me who’s your daddy, spank me who’s your daddy …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calle te!  Shut up. Just give me the belt. Remember this El Boy. You’ll have a lot of close calls in your life but you’ll never have one  closer than what’s coming down the pike.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand the belt over curious about what she’s up to.  She wraps the tongue shaped end around her left forefingers and dips the buckle in a dark puddle. Then the magic begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years La disappears a couple of months in late summer. No one knows where she goes. In her alternate universe she runs with East Coast carnivals as a hypnotist billed MADAME PIROGI.  Madame learned the art years ago from a one armed boxer in Watervliet called Serendipity and perfects the pattern of light, sound and suggestion to capture just about anyone. La mesmerizes Sharon, Sandy and Suzie Q by slowly humming and swinging the dripping belt back and forth. The buckle catches quick gleams from the overhead streetlight. The next thing that happens shocks the shit out of me as this freak breaks night in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry Curl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That filthy &lt;br /&gt;No good &lt;br /&gt;Lowdown pimp  &lt;br /&gt;Of a fraud &lt;br /&gt;Topped by &lt;br /&gt;the head of a man &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;the body of a serpent &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;whose greedy stank&lt;br /&gt;and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;fills the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry runs Alpha Recording Studios in Albany. His company motto Violate Art and Nature says it all. The Curlster produces the vilest wigger gangster rap shows this side of Westchester. His white boy rapper crew bops along blindly. I go to talk to some of them while La  deals with Gerry Curl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The S.O.L. crew (Shit Out Of Luck) sits under a rainstorm of diamond cap teeth sparkling in the night. Each has  a golden purse around his neck engraved with the  S.O.L.  Tag. Their eyes feast on  their gold as the fire of greed  burns them. I  can’t get a rhyme  or reason out of them so I split. Screw it, they’re dead. They’re of no use to us anymore. In the meantime, La  talks Gerry Curl  into bankrolling her down to Pima County in the Arizona desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Personal reasons. We’re on a mission but I got collateral. Come here ladies. Curlster I present: White Girls Who Should Know Better. These hoochies never close for the season – even if it’s freezing. Guilty of Conduct Unbecoming A White Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOX!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flaming Trio busts out its own anthem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Three young girls &lt;br /&gt;Come to dance &lt;br /&gt;With us&lt;br /&gt;Wearing &lt;br /&gt;tight black dresses&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Having some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes &lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;br /&gt;Oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;The boys &lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;And cheer&lt;br /&gt;With Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Sandy&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Q&lt;br /&gt;Doing their dance steps&lt;br /&gt;Just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;The White Girls&lt;br /&gt;Who should know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who fill your beds &lt;br /&gt;With Terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White girls&lt;br /&gt;Who should know better&lt;br /&gt;Should know better&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re so tacky Gerry Curl signs them on the spot. He rears back this huge wad of cash for La  to use and suddenly our plans take flight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111783051258818411?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111783051258818411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111783051258818411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111783051258818411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111783051258818411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/soul-twist.html' title='SOUL TWIST'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111782957604697031</id><published>2005-06-03T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:12:56.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CABRIDE TO VENUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Make love with&lt;br /&gt;Each other on the&lt;br /&gt;Capitol Steps&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;Descend into &lt;br /&gt;The 7th Circle of  DIS&lt;br /&gt;Through&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel underneath&lt;br /&gt;The Legislative Office Building&lt;br /&gt;A modern Golgotha&lt;br /&gt;Where truth is crucified&lt;br /&gt;We  rumble down&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;Deep&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Rip in  the earth&lt;br /&gt;That opens up &lt;br /&gt;When J.C. &lt;br /&gt;Plows into Hell&lt;br /&gt;On Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;After getting his nails done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Aboard! The Night Train ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the abyss&lt;br /&gt;In Center Square&lt;br /&gt;Stands La’s most recent&lt;br /&gt;Spurned Lover&lt;br /&gt;Selling &lt;br /&gt;Pharmaceuticals&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Twists to&lt;br /&gt;Shout epitaphs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Il Fatalista Tormentado”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Presides over &lt;br /&gt;Hell’s circle&lt;br /&gt;Of   los violento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man &lt;br /&gt;Whose possessiveness&lt;br /&gt;Keeps him barely alive&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Freezes him in place &lt;br /&gt;In such a sway&lt;br /&gt;That we slip past him &lt;br /&gt;Without stop&lt;br /&gt;Head towards &lt;br /&gt;The edge of time &lt;br /&gt;Where we see &lt;br /&gt;The Hudson River &lt;br /&gt;Boil blood&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Capsize all those&lt;br /&gt;Conspiring &lt;br /&gt;To violate others&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the bloodbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three fierce Mack Daddies&lt;br /&gt;Intercept us &lt;br /&gt;Under I -90&lt;br /&gt;Their job tonight to keep &lt;br /&gt;Paro Vics in the river&lt;br /&gt;At the right depth &lt;br /&gt;By shooting them &lt;br /&gt;Whenever the noids &lt;br /&gt;Attempt to swim out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tells &lt;br /&gt;Head macker &lt;br /&gt;Chi the Magnificent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a mission&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Instructs him to  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get somebody &lt;br /&gt;To guide us &lt;br /&gt;To the break in the river &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Carry  El and Me&lt;br /&gt;across the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi gives the task to Daz&lt;br /&gt;One of the 20 Love Crew&lt;br /&gt;Who drives us &lt;br /&gt;To the bridge&lt;br /&gt;And  &lt;br /&gt;Points out sinners&lt;br /&gt;In the river waves &lt;br /&gt;As we whiz by &lt;br /&gt;In the Hummer&lt;br /&gt;On the bruised highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbing in &lt;br /&gt;The crimson Hudson&lt;br /&gt;A twisted Mugsy&lt;br /&gt;Appears bleeding &lt;br /&gt;With broken twigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hear  &lt;br /&gt;Punk boy  Tragedy &lt;br /&gt;Desperately Spike &lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;Howls&lt;br /&gt;Flails&lt;br /&gt;Panics&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy falters &lt;br /&gt;Immediately torn apart&lt;br /&gt;By the two base eyed pitbulls &lt;br /&gt;Smoking close behind&lt;br /&gt;We continue&lt;br /&gt;Through the toll both&lt;br /&gt;Of The Alternatives &lt;br /&gt;The marquee&lt;br /&gt;Outside Troylet&lt;br /&gt;Greeting one and all&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH ME &lt;br /&gt;THE WAY TO THE SUFFERING CITY &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE WAY TO THE ETERNAL PAIN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE WAY THAT RUNS AMONG THE LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MAKER &lt;br /&gt;IS   DIVINE AUTHORITY&lt;br /&gt;IT   HIGHEST WISDOM&lt;br /&gt;AND  PRIMAL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE ME NOTHING &lt;br /&gt;BUT ETERNITY IS CREATED&lt;br /&gt;I ENDURE ETERNALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABANDON ALL HOPE ENTERING HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO TROY USA&lt;br /&gt;HOME OF UNCLE SAM  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111782957604697031?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111782957604697031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111782957604697031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111782957604697031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111782957604697031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/cabride-to-venus.html' title='CABRIDE TO VENUS'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111781493253744410</id><published>2005-06-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:08:52.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RoadTRIP</title><content type='html'>The Dead are playing the Center. Sure enough a head looking for a miracle pop doses me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA VIRGEN descends from the other side during Hurricane Trip #28. ME CURO as she guides me with lavender kisses and g force messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tender lilac bush settles just outside my apartment on Dove Street. Its bloom only lasts a few days a year and  rewards me with an intoxicating seduction. But in the evening trippy twilight it looks like there’s blood dripping from its buds. It puddles mirrorlike on the sidewalk and spells out La Virgen’s psalm in this strange glassy red reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent you &lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt;To lead you &lt;br /&gt;To safety&lt;br /&gt;In her words&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find &lt;br /&gt;The key&lt;br /&gt;They possess&lt;br /&gt;All of life’s virtues &lt;br /&gt;You’ll struggle &lt;br /&gt;To keep her &lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;You’ll loose yourself&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be the least &lt;br /&gt;Of your struggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Virgen’s messages light devotional  candles lining the floors of my apartment and illuminate the rooms with a devotional blue gold aura that flickers with merciful compassion. Lingering divine peach blossoms grace the candle sides and waft through the air above.  I driftdream and find myself  in front of  La’s door; ring her bell in clave singing baby meet me at the door  with your black drawers on. Meanwhile she’s playing an old school jam inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby &lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;Pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;We can be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you &lt;br /&gt;Call your lover boy&lt;br /&gt;How do you call him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,  lover boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And when you want to&lt;br /&gt; Really call your lover boy&lt;br /&gt; How do you call him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La opens her door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Come herrrre loverrrr boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She notices I’m bugging and grills me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you dipping and dabbing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain’t drunk baby, I’m just drinking you in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hummm”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111781493253744410?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111781493253744410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111781493253744410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111781493253744410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111781493253744410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/roadtrip.html' title='RoadTRIP'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111776903875119102</id><published>2005-06-02T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:23:58.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gangster</title><content type='html'>My uncle is an old school guapo (lone wolf wiseguy) who lives in the South Bronx projects across the street from the Jackson Avenue Train Station. I meet him at my grandfather Juan's funeral in 1968. Chamaco is the most elegantly still man I greet in my life. Yet, he’s got so much going on.  I approach him with all the bravura a nine-year-old can muster up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squares his shoulders and lifts his chin ever so slightly - his white teeth gleaming like a 40's movie star, "The question isn't who I am but who you are - that's what's important." I’m  his from that moment on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chamaco&lt;br /&gt;Mi ocoro e tu ocoro&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazon es tu corazon &lt;br /&gt;My heart is your heart&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but know your dancing in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And guarding me from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teaches me the Rules of The Great Game behind the wheel of a 1975 LTD which he drives with abandon narrowly avoiding what he calls zombies – people who in his opinion carelessly walk the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you dont ask for directions &lt;br /&gt;you won't get to your destination&lt;br /&gt; but sometimes even without asking &lt;br /&gt;you arrive somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We examine together&lt;br /&gt;Life’s inner being&lt;br /&gt;In a world gone mad&lt;br /&gt;The Atmosphere People&lt;br /&gt;During the days&lt;br /&gt;Of tenuous comfort&lt;br /&gt;Who rent the only way&lt;br /&gt;They know how to be&lt;br /&gt;It gets harder to react &lt;br /&gt;Without acknowledging&lt;br /&gt;The bootleg charm&lt;br /&gt;We hold deep&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;Reality without hope&lt;br /&gt;Tends to stay in turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Never to blossom&lt;br /&gt;As it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont ask for directions &lt;br /&gt;you won't get to your destination&lt;br /&gt; but sometimes even without asking &lt;br /&gt;you arrive somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray before the light &lt;br /&gt;Of an atomic TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracies echo &lt;br /&gt;Test patterns&lt;br /&gt;That flash&lt;br /&gt;Between US&lt;br /&gt;We survive &lt;br /&gt;In purgatory&lt;br /&gt;Souls adrift &lt;br /&gt;Like the electric snow&lt;br /&gt;On my twilit screen  &lt;br /&gt;A Dali dreamscape&lt;br /&gt;Self righteous terrorists&lt;br /&gt;We treat fear as casually&lt;br /&gt;As lit Camels and Bomber joints&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling desperate smoke&lt;br /&gt;And blowing out arrogant circles&lt;br /&gt;Go Go Peeps who explode &lt;br /&gt;Like microwaved aluminum foil&lt;br /&gt;Like blood on punctured wrists &lt;br /&gt;Anchored on cotton crosses&lt;br /&gt;In the deep dark black dirt &lt;br /&gt;Of our self pity&lt;br /&gt;While Benzedrine soaked hearts &lt;br /&gt;Finger our chests &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Undo our shirt buttons&lt;br /&gt;With the speed &lt;br /&gt;Of a star 69&lt;br /&gt;Long Distance &lt;br /&gt;Yell&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at the spectacle &lt;br /&gt;Bound by the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code of the Great Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:   We're all going to hell&lt;br /&gt;  Except maybe You&lt;br /&gt;  And Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But even I have been a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:   Corruption has existed since the days of &lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve &lt;br /&gt;And the two gorillas that came before them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:  Needs are absolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four:  Rain forgives tears and thunder masks bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five:  The easiest way to achieve complete strategic&lt;br /&gt;surprise is to commit an act that makes no sense &lt;br /&gt;at all or is even self destructive&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six:  Remember, &lt;br /&gt;We were vomited up  &lt;br /&gt;By the same seed&lt;br /&gt;Blown west of the Canary Islands&lt;br /&gt;A place not named for wild birds&lt;br /&gt;But for wild dogs &lt;br /&gt;And as dogs &lt;br /&gt;Mark our territory&lt;br /&gt;Guard each other&lt;br /&gt;And Roam To Conquer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By day he works at The Metropolitan Life Insurance Building in lower Manhattan. Chamaco has the run of the building after getting tight and doing personal jobs for The Mets CEO who starts out as a maintenance man at the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see that guy there carrying a briefcase, Chamaco? Big Shot Executive. He doesn’t know what carrying a workload  is all about. We do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning in 1968, he comes over to our house every Saturday afternoon around 4 o’clock carrying a cake from  the Italian bakery on White Plains road and his New York Post rolled in his coat pocket.  He reads it from cover to cover each day. He reads a lot and will loose himself in the lines. His concentration is such all of the kids can be running around buck crazy when mommy is out of the house and he will sit silently absorbed in his book. But let something be really out of wack – like my brother and me jumping from the second floor porch into the backyard – and he’s right there before we fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner my uncle and my father sit for hours at the kitchen table talking about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness while drinking rum and smoking Camels and Pall Malls until one in the morning. They bond as brothers. They agree with Archie Bunker and George Jefferson, snap on Ted Baxter, lust after Raquel Welch and laugh with Carol Burnet. Even Jesus and heaven aren’t off limits to these two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So Chuito” Chamaco’s favorite term for Jesus “is at the Last Supper and says eat this bread this is my flesh and everyone looks at him kind of funny but, hey, it’s Chuito – the main man. Then he takes a cup and says to everyone drink this it’s my blood and they get nervous again but hey, it’s Chuito – the main man. After everyone drinks he looks around the table and says someone here is going to betray me. Judas jumps up and says Ok cut him off! A couple drinks and this pendejo starts to get paranoid! I’m outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Aren’t you afraid you’re going to go to hell saying those kind of things?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who wants to go to heaven? Everytime you see something about heaven it’s white robed people playing these silly harps with complacent grins on their faces. Holy AHHHHHHH… BULLSHIT! But every time you see scenes of hell there’s a band playing, orgies, wild-eyed men and women, even organ grinders with horny monkeys. Now where would you want to spend eternity in a boring place or a party with a funny horny monkey?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Chamaco draws me in by talking about writers or history and always challenges me to look at things from different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“El read this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dante’s Inferno. When he says go to hell he isn’t kidding around. Tell me what you think of it. Maybe someday you’ll take the same trip. It’s part of life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later the priests at Cardinal Hayes assign it to us in summer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“El read this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heart of Darkness it’s the real version of the Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “El watch this movie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cat Ballou – check out the funeral scene.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle thinks a drunk Lee Marvin stumbling into a wake to wish happy birthday to the corpse then blowing out the funeral candles is the funniest thing since sliced papas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Happy Birthday Frank! …. Yeah, happy birthday  -- what a pisser.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think turns him on more is the way Cat Ballou gets himself ready and wins the climactic gunfight only to be drunk again in the last scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man should only have one vice in life and let all the other good stuff in your world grow around that. If you’re going to be a drunk then be the best one you can be. Just don’t become a  liar too because there is nothing more screwed up than a drunken liar. Lee Marvin knows he can win and proves it. So he goes back to being a drunk. Makes sense in this world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m twelve years old when I see my first murder victim. When my uncle discovers the body hanging in the downstairs apartment everyone goes goofy except Chamaco. My mom asks him to check the old guy out after hearing a big blowout between the guy and his crazy wife about her lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping his hands and calmly walking out of the apartment he announces with a slight chuckle, “Bueno Ana se fue a justa … llama la policia. He’s a goner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamaco is more concerned about the kids not getting spooked and goes real still, mocking the situation lightly. When I’m ready he let me in his other world in 1979 after I return from a disastrous year at  Amherst College. He’s constantly wheeling and dealing out of his “office” at the Met. That place is hooked up with two phone lines, stereo wall unit, TV with closed circuit, a stove, bath and bed his partners can crash when it’s too late to go uptown.  He even rigs the time clock so he can appear to be on company time when he really is out scheming. To both their credits, my cousin Belencita demonstrates the smarts she gets from him  to go from a Bronx street gang leaders teenage wife, dropout and mother of a little boy at 15 to being accepted at Harvard at the age of 25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet my first drug dealer at Amherst College in '75 but that’s just a little rich kid acting out. My uncle is a 44 year old Guaporican when I meet him and lives The Life long enough to know its riches and limitations.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Check it out, El - I can see Riker's Island from my apartment window way up here. Did you know they have a Picasso hanging in one of the main rooms? I saw it for the first time when I got locked up. While I was in prison I read a Picasso biography that listed a Batlle as one of his contemporaries in art school. Yeah, our family name is all over the world. There Batlles in Cuba, Columbia, Santo Domingo – you name it.” Today a Batlle is President of Uraguay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And there’s a lot of smart successful ones and a bunch of gangsters in there too.  I meet a couple in Cuba in the early fifties. Tough Guys. They’re with me when I back up into Albizu Campos. Yeah, he’s under house arrest in Puerto Rico with a couple of armed guards outside his place. I’m looking for a parking space. What the hell do I know? I back the car up into what I think is an empty space. Imagine my surprise when those guards draw on me and tell me to move. Never argue with a pointed gun. Looking at the three of us in the car – tres guapos  -- they must think we were coming to bust him out. Well, Don Pedrito has his way to fight los Yanquis and we have ours. We all get locked up one way or another. It’s what you do with that time that separates the men from the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think God got me this apartment on the 18th floor to make sure I fly right. Now, remember - whatever the hell you decide to do fucking around, make sure you have a day job. Always have a cover. And when you write our story I want ten percent –- net not gross and you got to pay the taxes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, what about a gun?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's bullshit stuff you see in the movies. You handle yourself with your mind and with your presence." (I will break this rule later. Bad move.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence? More like boldness. One day he comes across a vacant lot on Longwood Avenue - near the Ortiz Funeral Home --  with a trailer parked in it. He watches it for two weeks and when he notices no activity he moves in with his running buddy Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them fence the lot off and set up a parking lot where he charges for both short term and overnight parking without a permit or ownership of anything on the lot. They also sell used cars and questionable auto parts while they’re supposedly on the clock at The Met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So tell me, has this car been in any accidents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no. It used to belong to the parish priest at St. Ann’s, uhhh … Father Flotsky. He really took care of it. In fact  he used to have saints on the dashboard to protect him while he was driving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so that's what these holes in the dashboard vinyl are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, he had them glued on but took them out when he sold us the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what should I do to cover up these holes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let's see ... I got it - Get Bigger Saints and glue them right over the holes. You know … Holy saint squared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New saints and all, the car blows a rod after a month while cruising upstate. Joe and my uncle square off with the owner and refuse to give him back his money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, asshole … Caveat Emptor – Let the buyer beware. But we’ll do this for you. We’ll pay the towing charges and garage fee to take it off your hands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They resell that car three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When city inspectors come by and try to give him a summons he acts like he’s crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait a minute. Make sure my dog is tied up or he’ll bite … Down boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What dog, I don’t see a dog.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dog Sparky … down boy … eh – don’t bite this man … down!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s leave this guy alone he doesn’t know what’s up here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty is a great equalizer. When Chamaco gets here from Puerto Rico in 1938 at the age of fifteen he only has his mom, his brother and his wits. Juan Francisco and Uncle Chamaco are a couple of tough guys who speak with their fists when all else fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cops come to the house one day to question my brother about a beating he gives this guy. It gets so wild during the fight that he takes off his shoes to get a better grip on the floor barefoot. That’s his thing. When it gets hot and heavy fighting he always takes off his shoes. Prahhhh! Juan Francisco ends up throwing the guy down a flight of stairs. He denies everything to the police and my mom gives him an alibi. When they leave she asks him what’s up and he shoots back the guy says some bad things about me, his brother ... Se puso fresco ... He got fresh.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them get their fists from my grandfather Juan Batlle -- a rogue non-matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Juan attends school in Georgia in the early nineteen hundreds. His family in Mayaguez owns a string of coffee farms. Sale of property and farming provides a dwindling  income, which my grandfather uses up entirely by the time of his death in 1968. He really is a throwback to the last days of the Spanish Empire in the Americas and capable of behavior that still shocks but seldom surprises. He lives the life he loves and loves the life he lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once gets into an argument with his brothers and they decide to settle it by chasing each other with Colt six shooters. They empty their revolvers as they run from farm to farm. The local law is oblivious to what’s going on since they own seven adjoining coffee farms. Besides the Batlles think they’re a law onto themselves in Mayaguez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan speaks (and thinks in) English until his dying day with a pronounced southern cracker drawl because of his Georgia experience. He considers himself "An American, a Republican and God's gift to the white race" and gives my mother holy hell for marrying my dark skinned father.  My mom still feels some of her cousins on her father’s side turn their backs on her because of the marriage. Communications from the island are rare though she’s tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristic of  Juan Battle’s cracker mentality is best exemplified by the use of the word Negro. Its pronounced nihggerrahh. Get the picture. Real old school bigot who fathers a string of illegitimate sons with both white and island women throughout Puerto Rico and the United States; nine that are accounted for. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He begins by getting a lover pregnant while at college. Don Juan  manages to pay off a lawyer who finds a John Battle in a local sanitarium to be convicted of the rape charge lodged by the woman's embarrassed parents. Leaving the first of these many illegitimate children behind him, Juan Battle sails for Puerto Rico and becomes a one-eyed one-legged lothario and backroom political boss in his district. He is impetuous and gets his share of consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He storms a construction work site impatient with a dynamite charge he sets and manages to get blown thirty feet back sans his left eye. Now this type of event can dissuade most men from taking unnecessary risks, not Juan Batlle. Despite missing an eye, drunk and tired he insists driving through the steep roads winding around the Mayaguez countryside during a hurricane season rainstorm. He's sharing a woman and a bottle of whiskey in the front seat with his younger brother. The three are disrobing in the car playing butt naked bingo while he speeds down the muddy dirt road. Rounding a tight turn that drops into a dense thicket Juan loses control of the car and plunges 100 feet into the woods. There goes the leg. Everyone else is fine. It doesn't slow him a bit. I always think of him as "The Pirate” and found out he literally could raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During an uncles wake Juan riggs thin wires to the corpse. In those days wakes are held in people’s homes. It’s after sunset and the house in the countryside is only lit by kerosene lamps, which make the wires invisible. At the right time during the rosary Juan and his brother Orasio tug the wires and the corpse begins to rise in the coffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The place clears out in close to thirty seconds. Their brother Simplicio runs all the way to the next town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My uncle Chamaco doesn't meet his father until he’s 21. Juan never marries Chamaco’s mother as he weds my Grandmother Christina. In the meantime, Chamaco becomes a member of the forties "Dawn Patrol" crew of bad boys, scheming alongside other immigrant homeboys on the mainland to get over during the war years. He beat the WWII draft and sure as hell wasn't all rah rah about the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, who wants to go get shot for a country that doesn't cut Us any slack? I get my draft notice right after Pearl Harbor. I try the merchant marine and I last one trip. Too many guys giving orders and too many German U-boats threatening the shipping lanes. Too confined. My mother gets real nervous when the draft notice comes and besides I got no beef with those assholes over there. Believe me there a lot of Nazis over here too so I got ready to get busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the draft office with a huge oversized detective magazine that’s popular in those days. It has a picture of a woman with a big knife in her hands and a crazy look in her eyes. Screaming Ahhhhhhh! Real crazy bitch. I sit there flipping the magazine pages real hard one at a time. Picture after picture of this crazy broad cutting these guys up. And I chuckle to myself. Ah … hahahahaha … Ah hahahahaha. FLIP. When it comes time for the examination I just stare at the guy doing the test and I hold on to that magazine. Finally, they bring me in before the Captain and I tell him - Really the only person I want to shoot is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4F! Immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who's anybody kidding? The States are about making bucks and that's what they’re fighting about over there so I cut through the bullshit and cash in at home. While those white guys are overseas there aren't that many to get in our way of making some long green here. And America's main business is vice. Just ask the Kennedy's, Roosevelt’s and Capone's.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamaco gets up at three p.m. each day and works New York's streets at night with his boys Yo Yo Montalvo and a “high yellow” gambler named Faustus Green. He cops a shave at six in the morning at the local barber shop/numbers spot so he doesn’t have to bother when he wakes up later in the day eager to hunt in the Manhattan jungle.  Working out of Elizabeth Street in Little Italy he parlays his green eyes, handsome features and olive skin to fit right into the neighborhood. Chamaco kicks off the war years running a prostitution ring and gambling spots. He also sells marijuana, cocaine and heroin to the likes of Jazz singer Billie Holiday, Afro Cuban bandleader Machito (whose song Tanga is a riff on reefer smoking), and songwriter Pepe Becke (whose song Estoy Frizao -- I'm Frozen --  came about after a two day coke session supplied by my uncle) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were these cheesy clubs in the Bronx. You know, the kind that'll have a floor show where the girls don't kick together on time, whores that looked better after a couple of shots and bad comics. This comedian Bull Shit Pulley - he was the guy who played Big Julie in Guys and Dolls - once pulled out a glossy 8 X 12 picture of Jesus just to fuck with the audience. It was signed TO BS FROM JC - BEST OF Luck - Stay out of Jerusalem it's a tough room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He says he knew Pearl Bailey when she’s a part time working girl and is present when Afro Cuban conga player Chano Pozo (who achieved stateside fame with Dizzy Gillespie) is shot and killed in Harlem in the late forties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New York is wide open, El. It’s anybody's game. What happens to Chano Pozo isn't any shit about a fight over marijuana like people write about. Chano slaps and roughs up this guy Cabito who just gets back from the War. Cabito is still in uniform and the guys keep making fun of him after the slap because he’s a war veteran that can't hold his own against a dandy conga playing spook. Cabito walks into this bar and blasts Chano. Too bad too. He owes me for a gram of coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a fast business to be in especially hanging out with musicians and gamblers. Man, sometimes it can screw up things. One night it’s pouring outside and it’s late and I decide to stay in the club. My friend Yo Yo taps me on the shoulder and tells me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chamaco let’s go visit some trim  in Brooklyn.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man, the hell with that it’s raining and it’s late.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About fifteen minutes later I hear behind me clink clink clink and I turn around to see Yo Yo standing there with a fifth of whiskey and a small jar full of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re off!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it’s pouring but, hey, we’re drinking and taking hits riding a big rush, At some point I go to take a drink do the hit in my hand and I forget to steer the car. Bam, the car lands on top of the highway divider. Now, I’m shaken up during all this but I don’t hear Yo Yo. I look around the car,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shit! Where the fuck did this guy go?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear moaning outside the car. I reach over and open the door and there’s Yo Yo lying on the side of the road in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shit, Yo Yo You all right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohhh  Ohhhh …”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Yo finally moves and  holds up the jar of coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La Coca esta bien – The Coke is all right.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t call him Yo Yo for nothing.  Man, you know how he got his name? One time we take the girls to the Copa. I get my date’s coat and when I turn around Yo Yo is standing completely naked handing his bundle of clothes to the hat check girl and announcing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I came to dance!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You Yo Yo, what the fuck are you doing?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, they throw us out of there in about thirty seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happens to the car?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I report it stolen the next morning and collect the insurance money. Man I loved that car. A 1940 Cadillac. Ran like a dream. I use to race on the Bronx River Parkway headed out of town. Those upstate highways were new and few people drove on them early Sunday morning, not like today. I set up a run with Yo Yo and Faustus and we took off hitting 80 – 90 miles an hour. They pulled away and I noticed police lights behind me. But the state cop speeds away from me and keeps on racing ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, great he’s not after me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I come to a turn and a hill in the road and I spot this State Trooper standing in the middle of the road with his gun out pointing it at me and ordering me to pull over. I did and we end up having to hitch to the city because they impound all our cars.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually my uncle pays the price for his past indiscretions by getting popped in 1954. He manages to attract the attention of  Federal Investigators looking into New York’s underworld.  It makes page three in the Daily News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only time they come down on us is when the white kids start to get strung out. And the way they do it is bullshit too. In those days a prosecutor can ask you “what were you doing on such and such a date” and get you convicted on just that. What the fuck do I remember a date two years ago. I do wrong but they get me in a bullshit way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cops a plea by claiming he’s an addict supporting his habit and lands at the Federal Penitentiary in Lexington, Kentucky. In those days the facility is run more like a therapeutic community than a prison with inmates assigned chores and prison therapy. He spends ten years in long term treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I read a lot and the guards use to sneak in some of the broads from the women’s facility when we get too jumpy to cool us out. By the time of my release, I read over 700 books and write a 200-page plea.  Eople are different when I get out in '64. They’re hogs. I keep my shit low profile after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he takes me to pick up a pound of weed he buys from a Hasidic pot dealer on Fox Street. My uncle sells quarters and halves to the other workers at the Metropolitan. Chamaco and Abe go back forty years to a time when young tough immigrants grew up in the Bronx in far more integrated neighborhoods than sociologists would have you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe the Hasid dealer is done up in full orthodox dress when we arrive at his apartment. He's in a little bit of a hurry because he has to wrap things up before sundown and the Sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chamaco, it's a very nice thing that you always come by and see me ... bring me a little kosher rice and beans ...  always the gentleman. You have a good teacher here young man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been, Chamaco ... forty years we met in St, Mary's Park?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you stop me with a Sugar Ray Robinson left hook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only after you and that colored boy Faustus Green try to pull my sideburns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faustus, yeah. All I see is your eyes and your fist -- boom, out for the count. We become friends right after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In those days we can smoke marijuana in the streets and those dumb Irish cops don't know what it is. Isn't it Faustus who brings it up from Harlem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right but you already smoke before any of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pobre (poor) Faustus Green ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He draws a bullet in a card game for eyeballing the dealers wife while I’m away in '56 at Lexington ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A shame. Such is life ... Oy ...  but in those days we had a party, heh Chamaco. For five dollars we buy a Chesterfield pack full of bombers -- twenty huge reefers -- and sit in the balcony of the movie house puffing away. Remember, Chamaco -- Paul Muni in Scarface holding his machine gun and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look out boys and watch me spit rata a tat tat tat tat tat "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasting the whole place, huh, Chamaco -- The Big Gangshterr Mensch (man). It’s such a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to my uncle’s apartment we pass through 138th Street and St Ann's shopping bag of smoke in tow. Rounding the corner at el Teatro Puerto Rico a crowd suddenly surrounds us. And who appears in the middle of it all but Mother Theresa who gives Abe’s weed and us a blessing as she passes. We're speechless but as soon as the crowd  dwindles Chamaco announces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El we're blessed and we're outtahere. Blessings like that come once in a lifetime. It's time to get down to some holy business. Thanks little sister ... c'mon let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get back to his crib and he starts to break up the brick we discover that underneath the top layer of regular brown bush is this sticky rusty military green  skunkweed that is ecstasy on a branch. He can unload this at double the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unbelievable. Thank you God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode is the little known Teresa's South Bronx Green Miracle. We submit it to Rome but the Pope stops returning our calls so we don't know if they'll use it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only gets better. Early the next morning I head back to my uncle Chamaco's from a local after hours with my girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, Rosie  -- I think the last woman I dance with at the club is a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you kidding? The last four women you dance with are men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? All of them drag queens? But they look so good! Damn, I got to stop wearing Raybans at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're scaring me El."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bopping  past St, Ann's Church, I notice an orange 60's Hippie Volkswagen with a surfboard on it. As I get closer to the loud Bug who comes out of the Church but Mother Theresa accompanied by an assistant nun -- Sister Juniper Tree, I think her name is. She stops in front of me and remembering our miracle the day before all I can stutter is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Th-Th-Th-Thank you mommy .... I mean Sister ... mommy .. Baby ... Excuse me Sister all over the place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young priest comes out of the church opens the car door for Sister T who slides in with her assistant and they sputter off to City Island to visit a fisherman. I hear that Jesus lives by the Bronx Riviera, Orchard Beach. He runs a little store on the docks of City Island called JC'S Treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamaco is diagnosed with terminal cancer in 1994 but does things his way to the end. He has me sneak in some pot to the hospital and nearly gets thrown out of the ward when nurses discover him puffing in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I may be dying sweetheart but I still want to eat something and it's the only way I can get the munchies after all that chemo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s clear that he wou’t survive he asks several of us to help him bleed himself to death at home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm going out my way, help me do this.”'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Belen, brother Tito, mommy and I share this ritual. Belencita has him in her arms when he finally passes on. It kicks up a lot of stuff for all of us but especially Belencita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Heavenly shades of night&lt;br /&gt; are falling&lt;br /&gt; It’s Twilight Time&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mist your voice&lt;br /&gt;is calling&lt;br /&gt;It’s  Twilight Time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And She&lt;br /&gt;And She&lt;br /&gt;And She&lt;br /&gt;Embraces her dying father&lt;br /&gt;With the grace of a Madonna&lt;br /&gt;As he whispers to her&lt;br /&gt;Relieve me of this life I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Relieve me of this cancer&lt;br /&gt;That’s killing me&lt;br /&gt;She squeezes dry skinned blood &lt;br /&gt;From the tube in his arm&lt;br /&gt;Onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;Each drop&lt;br /&gt;An instance of his time&lt;br /&gt;As the bloody sea rises around her&lt;br /&gt;She sails back in time&lt;br /&gt;And is seventeen again&lt;br /&gt;Wife of a barrio gang prez&lt;br /&gt;Mother of a two-year-old &lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;A new baby &lt;br /&gt;that floats inside of her&lt;br /&gt;But fear grips her heart&lt;br /&gt;Because the baby is not her man's&lt;br /&gt;But that of a gang rival&lt;br /&gt;What to do&lt;br /&gt;No legal abortion in those days&lt;br /&gt;She tries everything &lt;br /&gt;To keep her secret&lt;br /&gt;Eats handfuls of &lt;br /&gt;Humphries 98 pills&lt;br /&gt;To induce a spontaneous result&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Tries jumping up and down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;She tries everything&lt;br /&gt;Then the days comes&lt;br /&gt;Three months in&lt;br /&gt;When she accepts her&lt;br /&gt;Sin-tuation&lt;br /&gt;She hops on the bus&lt;br /&gt;With her main grrrrrrl&lt;br /&gt;To escape her troubles for the day&lt;br /&gt;At  the amusement park&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;br /&gt;Freedom Land&lt;br /&gt;The day wears on&lt;br /&gt;She tries to have fun&lt;br /&gt;As they get ready to go home&lt;br /&gt;They hit the bumper cars&lt;br /&gt;As the ride ends &lt;br /&gt;She stands up&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly feels a wetness&lt;br /&gt;A dizziness&lt;br /&gt;And she&lt;br /&gt;And she&lt;br /&gt;And she &lt;br /&gt;Sees blood dripping &lt;br /&gt;from between her legs&lt;br /&gt;Onto the floor of the ride&lt;br /&gt;Each drop an instance &lt;br /&gt;Of a time that never would be&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that &lt;br /&gt;God’s Hand in Freedom Land&lt;br /&gt;As the bloody sea rises&lt;br /&gt;Around her mind&lt;br /&gt;She sails back into the now&lt;br /&gt;Through a gallery of memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Belencita &lt;br /&gt;we’re cutting out of school today &lt;br /&gt;and catching a show&lt;br /&gt;Poking my fingers &lt;br /&gt;through the prison mesh&lt;br /&gt; to touch him&lt;br /&gt;Poppy holding my son Jamesy&lt;br /&gt; after he got out&lt;br /&gt;Poppy giving me away at my &lt;br /&gt;marriage to Bill&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day at Harvard &lt;br /&gt;and the smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;Poppy correcting my papers&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me to finish&lt;br /&gt;The doctor telling us … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dying father's time comes&lt;br /&gt;She kisses him&lt;br /&gt;And his soul&lt;br /&gt;Sweeps through hers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When purple curtains &lt;br /&gt;mark the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;We’re together at last&lt;br /&gt; in Twilight Time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chamaco’s last wish is to have his ashes spread out at a special high spot in  St. Mary’s Park. The day comes and my brothers Tito, Ronnie and Miguel cut through the brambles and bushes. They struggle for twenty minutes to get to this spot. They finally get there, drink a beer,  open the urn and begin to toss the ashes. But a strong wind is blowing and the ashes blow back on my brothers. When they get home everyone asks them how it went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect, no problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t have the heart to say till much later that part of Chamaco is now in a one hour dry cleaners on Southern Boulevard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, Chamaco breaks free. He transcends the rules of The Great Game and creates his own personal fugue to escape Purgatory. I don’t think I’m as cool as him and Custodia. I might not even survive the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111776903875119102?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111776903875119102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111776903875119102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111776903875119102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111776903875119102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/gangster.html' title='The Gangster'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111776890074142306</id><published>2005-06-02T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:21:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that was interesting.</title><content type='html'>FREEDOM FOR A MOMENT! &lt;br /&gt;And then to be foiled again. Caught buck naked with my soul to the wind; my breast torn asunder with the glee of having gotten out again! The great agents of Salsa more like P.A.S.T.A. (Pendejos Actuando Sin Tener Acumen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to give it to them. They got me down here in this dungeon and they’re upstairs partying like a mariachi band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Cosa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Puta Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de trumphos &lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;Promgramas cancelados. &lt;br /&gt;Lastima … &lt;br /&gt;lastima … &lt;br /&gt;lastima eterna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordanda la sonrisa de la llegua Tomasa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librensen ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE VIVA BROOKLYN LIBRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on with the show … ladies and gentlemen (plus you pack of Albanian fishermen in the back ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, tough crowd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Bring You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAMACO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111776890074142306?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111776890074142306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111776890074142306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111776890074142306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111776890074142306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-that-was-interesting.html' title='Well, that was interesting.'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111775900209187542</id><published>2005-06-02T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:36:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMACO EL GANGSTER</title><content type='html'>C’mon man I’m going to break out of here for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell Raimundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go visit Chamaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hometown.aol.com/qvprods/myhomepage/stock.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon click it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hometown.aol.com/qvprods/myhomepage/stock.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hometown.aol.com/qvprods/myhomepage/stock.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK IT – we’re outttttttaaaaa here ………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111775900209187542?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111775900209187542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111775900209187542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111775900209187542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111775900209187542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/chamaco-el-gangster.html' title='CHAMACO EL GANGSTER'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111772649923156212</id><published>2005-06-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:34:59.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Poeta</title><content type='html'>This writer biker babe, La, catches my eye one night at the QE2 on Central reading her stuff. I understand what poor rat bastards go through who stalk after they go straight because of twisty love. I  go stupid silly over La. My freakiness takes me places I never expect. Straight to Hell in a handbasket. I end up chasing her across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t get it on for a while after we hook up. She has this thing about waiting ninety days after she meets someone before you have sex with her. A month later we swallow about a thousand yards of each other’s tongues and I descend between her legs. They’re strong and tight. Albany drag queens stop her on the street and admire them wishing that they had a pair of gams like La’s. She sits straight up in bed when she climaxes. Sits straight the hell up and shook. Dang, I swallow the very essence of her mystery and it drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La is privileged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She charges life’s little knick-knacks on a platinum card issued to  LA POETA and never uses her real name. She keeps it hidden from the world on a small scroll behind a special lighted altar at the foot of her bed. La experiences mysterious graceful visions staring into the light. Messages she stashes in dreambooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inscribed on the inside cover of one is her mantra, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover IT and you’ll find Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporting Mona Lisa smiles we take off to the far side looking for IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Running &lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt; This Babe&lt;br /&gt;Is full of fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She’s&lt;br /&gt;Riding a Harley &lt;br /&gt;Some Where&lt;br /&gt;Off &lt;br /&gt;To the Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a Desert Runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed flowers &lt;br /&gt;On her arm&lt;br /&gt; Poet’s lips &lt;br /&gt;That reek with charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s tough &lt;br /&gt;Tough on the world &lt;br /&gt;Ain’t nothing &lt;br /&gt;Like this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a Desert Runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped to my TV set&lt;br /&gt;My mind just don’t get&lt;br /&gt;Why you don’t wink Sin &lt;br /&gt;Just open ups and let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation crawls up&lt;br /&gt;Between her legs and stops&lt;br /&gt;Caress my doubts&lt;br /&gt;With temptations now&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you come through&lt;br /&gt;Baby’s Temptation&lt;br /&gt;A video creation &lt;br /&gt;Stretched out in space &lt;br /&gt;In Temptation’s Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so hard pressed&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else will let &lt;br /&gt;Words come between us &lt;br /&gt;You hard copy teaser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you come through&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting &lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait wait&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homegirl Deluxe is a graduate of the Black and Blond school of lovers. Jungle love rules Albany. It’s consecrated every Monday night at Char and Dave’s QE2 club an Albany Avenue where La works as a barmaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her notebooks and diaries are deep repositories of these encounters. She writes her Tales from the Darkside of Love  between cups of Cremora choked coffee, five evenly spaced Marlboro lights and turntable cracking Jane’s Addiction, Miracle Legion and Michele Shocked. The words that appear on La’s pages are their own special leopards that can change their spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I glimpse&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to&lt;br /&gt;Writing  with&lt;br /&gt;Chasing nightly &lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt;Inscribing her&lt;br /&gt;New age &lt;br /&gt;Post decadent&lt;br /&gt;Laments&lt;br /&gt;In a series of&lt;br /&gt;Dreambooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard&lt;br /&gt;For her tips &lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;At the QE2&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes &lt;br /&gt;To school&lt;br /&gt;By day&lt;br /&gt;She walked up to me &lt;br /&gt;And said OLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt;Wants to talk Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a runaway &lt;br /&gt;Barroom queen&lt;br /&gt;On the lips &lt;br /&gt;Of local fanzines &lt;br /&gt;All the brothers &lt;br /&gt;Come up to see her&lt;br /&gt;She says &lt;br /&gt;No no Senor &lt;br /&gt;I’m not a skeezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt;Just wants to talk Spanish&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno mami &lt;br /&gt;To voy a dar&lt;br /&gt;Tu primera lexion&lt;br /&gt;En Espanol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde Esta La Bibliolteca &lt;br /&gt;Donde esta tu cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;Donde esta tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa chica &lt;br /&gt;Va bailando conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Ven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Para ver mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;Ese una cosa &lt;br /&gt;Bien sabrosa&lt;br /&gt;Bien Linda&lt;br /&gt;Quiere Habla Espanol Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt;Wants to Speak Spanish &lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;She just wants &lt;br /&gt;She Wants&lt;br /&gt;She Wants &lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablar Espanol&lt;br /&gt;Tan Linda &lt;br /&gt;Y tan Sabrosa&lt;br /&gt;Es La Unica&lt;br /&gt;La Poeta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albany’s skies are always slate grey no matter what time of the year it is. It’s no surprise when a hurricane dowsnpursettles over the Catskills and catches me in the middle  &lt;br /&gt;of the Capitol Park &lt;br /&gt;early that fall. A dangerous time to be caught in that circle. Bad boy Timmy McMartin bugs out over his HIV status by robbing  nearby park strollers. He gets away with a dozen stickups in a month but  a couple bumping off Virus victims murders him when he  gets his retro SSI check – about $14,000. Clavo saca clavo. Quien lo manda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealers from the nearby housing projects regularly cross the Capitol park making deliveries in the capital area. No one’s safe. They even hook a local TV reporter, a jockey out of Saratoga and some say they visit the governor’s mansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park  doesn’t offer any protection from the  twilight people coming out of the shadows. I run to  the Capitol steps to get out of the rain. Standing  in front of me blocking my way is this flaming White dandy in a leopard suit, a ludicrous Black power lion, and a spent Latina she-wolf. Yeah, buddy they’re something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennie Raven is a tired old Stonewall era queen looking for love in the local gay AA meetings and anywhere his dentures take him. He works for the Senate and would like to have a little Latin beef on his plate before he runs out of breath. Some young hustler later breaks his heart, robs him and he fades away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa  Johnson works the Black Caucus and spends his evenings letting young streetwalkers give him golden showers. And behind him is Norma Lengua. Now there’s a piece of work. She’s this Senator’s mistress posing as his secretary but Norma falls in love with a glass dick creaming base comes. She needs a big hit tonight. They reek of stale patchouli, piss and coke resin. I  do a 180 and split dodging the rain. Running by Lark Street I see someone lurking in a doorway. It’s Lefty Barnes brother Junior with word from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Better stay up here boss. Things are worse on the block.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn! No way to go back?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, those Jamaicans shot the neighborhood after the Johnny Monks thing. We got the FBI, DEA and the ATF poking around. And the Vic’s wife is still being a bitch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He pay off?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why. She figures he should have slid after what happened. You better stay here. Besides, you look great. What are you doing these days?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stopped partying. Hooked up with this white girl artiste. Got a kicking band together, writing, doing some painting and working with a bunch of mooks. Three of them just blew my way over by the Capitol steps. I can’t get past them to get out of the rain. That’s why I’m sliding by here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And that’s why I’m  waiting for you here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell are you talking about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior’s face gets a strange scarlet glow as he steps into the streetlight on State Street and  tells me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes you have to take a different path to get up difficult steps.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What you just say?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice Junior’s face changes back to its original look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You said something about take a different path to get around wacked out  shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really, damn … good thought. Good weed. (pooooofffff)  Want some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, I’m straight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yo, I totally blanked out on that but it’s true. You know that writer in the neighborhood ... uh, Ed Bullins up on 212th Street … tells me something like that once. He’s some kind of Black Panther radical or 60’s shit like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ed Bullins? That fireplug that lives over by split in the road near Bronxwood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh huh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I know him. He kind of gave me some buggy boo line once at school telling me what you had to go through to be part of the avant guard.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, shit. It’s been a while but it went something like …. Uhhhh ….. you have to survive the hell where writers are baptized in fire to create with our own blood.  Next you get some bullshit sentence and serve time locked up with poets and artists who’re content to bake in purgatory. Only after all that can you create something uhhhh …..  yeah,  (snap!)  Divine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sounds like a hustle to me! But what do I know? (pooooofffff)  I’m just a black man living in a white man’s world. Stay up here kid. See if you can swing some legitimate thing. Looks  like you got a couple of hustles you can turn a trick with what you know about the life” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These visions and voices soon begin rolling out. For a solid year they prophetically burst out of my fingers in painting after painting, song after song and  poem after poem exorcising my demons while chatting up La Poeta. But I soon get to thinking about my journey out of the life. It scares me and I distract myself chasing La with complete abandon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only think of two people who crack open the life and walk away. Custodia la Miseracordia visits the third circle of Heaven where her feet never touch the earth after being raped at sixteen. She channels her emotions into contemplation and transcends the island recipes that nourish us by cooking endlessly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamaco busts the nut after visiting Hell with his boys Faustus and Yo Yo. What a twist he took on the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111772649923156212?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111772649923156212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111772649923156212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111772649923156212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111772649923156212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/la-poeta.html' title='La Poeta'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111764158219236495</id><published>2005-06-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:59:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERMISSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There’s one who can speak&lt;br /&gt;The truth  at all times&lt;br /&gt;In the court &lt;br /&gt;of the Spanish King&lt;br /&gt;During the days&lt;br /&gt;of old Empire&lt;br /&gt;The Jester&lt;br /&gt;So is my role in The Court&lt;br /&gt;Of  the New Empire&lt;br /&gt;The reign of ayeasheaye&lt;br /&gt;The Light guides me&lt;br /&gt;I say what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I dream truths&lt;br /&gt;When I pass  from&lt;br /&gt;this Old World&lt;br /&gt;I'll march right up to&lt;br /&gt;ayeasheaye  in heaven and ask What the hell&lt;br /&gt;was that all about?&lt;br /&gt;With my luck&lt;br /&gt;The Elusive One will answer&lt;br /&gt;            Do you remember when&lt;br /&gt;            We ‘re together then&lt;br /&gt;            Before as One&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;You ask for IT&lt;br /&gt;a human experience&lt;br /&gt;Do I deliver&lt;br /&gt;on your curiosity?&lt;br /&gt;Travel on there’s more&lt;br /&gt;Go through&lt;br /&gt;the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;But, I’m scared Abba&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;The true Other&lt;br /&gt;The infintesimal center&lt;br /&gt;The universal unchanging&lt;br /&gt;The is that is&lt;br /&gt;The verb before the noun&lt;br /&gt;The sweet compassion&lt;br /&gt;The one soul&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate need&lt;br /&gt;The sacred reality within&lt;br /&gt;ayeasheaye&lt;br /&gt;I  reveal Dignity to Abraham&lt;br /&gt;Love to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Unity to Mohhamed&lt;br /&gt;Serenity to Buddah&lt;br /&gt;But I’m scared, Yo&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  awayyyyyy We Go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111764158219236495?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111764158219236495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111764158219236495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111764158219236495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111764158219236495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/intermission.html' title='INTERMISSION'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111750066274276462</id><published>2005-05-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:51:02.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My boy Red Dread Walter and I spend Tuesday night after work doing lines,  drinking at Balloons on White Plains Road, low riding Webster Avenue and screwing with the police. They’re looking for Larry Davis. He just shot up some allegedly crooked cops while defending himself.  Larry is a long time biscuit head crack thug from down the way. The cops are bigger biscuits. And me and the Dread the biggest biscuits of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Larrrrrrrryyyy! Where are you? Peek-A-Boom-Boom Larry! Hello ossifer have you seen Larry? La-La-La-La  Larry? Larrrrryyyyy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Allright wiseguy. Pull over. License and Registration.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “You got it boss. Pardon meeee while I  whip this out”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dread  kicks in “ohhhhhh … but don’t shoot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Going into my Richhard Pryor) “I ammmmm   juussssttt  reeeeeaching in my pocket forrrrr myyyyyy wallet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The ticket flew out the car window a block away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I wakes up in Twilight Oz after this recurring wicked dream I experience since I’m nineteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue seas swirl&lt;br /&gt;Behind closed eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Invite me deeper&lt;br /&gt;Deep in Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Invite me deeper&lt;br /&gt;Into the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unscrewed imagination&lt;br /&gt;Thunders&lt;br /&gt;Against my shifting eyes&lt;br /&gt;Twitching with the nervousness&lt;br /&gt;Of an unfaithful lover&lt;br /&gt;As I see myself&lt;br /&gt;Beating down distant rivals&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffed to&lt;br /&gt;My anger&lt;br /&gt;My rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all wet&lt;br /&gt;It’s raining Temptation&lt;br /&gt;And I’m stained&lt;br /&gt;Fevered by a pouring&lt;br /&gt;Hell-USee-Nation&lt;br /&gt;I look for a towel&lt;br /&gt;And realize&lt;br /&gt;It’s raining from my face&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dirty barefoot black haired girl&lt;br /&gt;Dissolves from a pink Mustang&lt;br /&gt;Her pleas rip my ears&lt;br /&gt;In slow motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dummmmmb ddddddork&lt;br /&gt;When arrrrrre you gooooinnnng to&lt;br /&gt;Wrrrritttte yooooouuuuur words&lt;br /&gt;You sonnnnnn of aaaaa biiiiitchhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain  falls&lt;br /&gt;All around me&lt;br /&gt;Baptizing the moment&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops whisper&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;Fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;Regrets&lt;br /&gt;I follow a drop&lt;br /&gt;From the sky&lt;br /&gt;Onto the ground &lt;br /&gt;Into the gutter&lt;br /&gt;Down a ridge&lt;br /&gt;Into a hole&lt;br /&gt;Where I hear the music&lt;br /&gt;At once I’m riding&lt;br /&gt;The raindrop&lt;br /&gt;Dripping into the hole&lt;br /&gt;And the entire scene turns&lt;br /&gt;Upwards&lt;br /&gt;I’m on Allerton Avenue&lt;br /&gt;In front of Three Brothers Pizza&lt;br /&gt;In the Bronx&lt;br /&gt;Or is it&lt;br /&gt;Another world&lt;br /&gt;The music goes on&lt;br /&gt;Twirling around a corner&lt;br /&gt;I see a man at a payphone&lt;br /&gt;By the Number 2 Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run up to him&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Ask&lt;br /&gt;Are you a band or what&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a what&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off running&lt;br /&gt;I run&lt;br /&gt;And run and run and run&lt;br /&gt;And run and rrrrrrrrun&lt;br /&gt;Scarrrrrred&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSwalloweddddd&lt;br /&gt;By a hornets nest&lt;br /&gt;Kissing me with shocks&lt;br /&gt;The kind you get&lt;br /&gt;When you stick your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Into an electric socket&lt;br /&gt;It wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I roll with my partner Buddha to pick up a loanshark payment from this transit worker on Cruger Avenue. This Vic we’re visiting is a real degenerate party boy. He avoids us all week. We park down the block from his house and call from outside a corner bodega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ring Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Hey son. You got that money for us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Yeah, Yeah sure. I got it right here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “All of it? The vig too?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “All of it. Absolutely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Good cause we’re coming right by to pick it up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Well, I have to leave now. I’m getting ready to go out. In fact, I was just going out the door.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a door creaks open over the phone line and the Vic  sees Buddha and me standing there while I keep talking into this huge old cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s good because we’re right here right now. Where’s our money?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I block the door with the cellie “Hey, this phone calls for YOU!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The Vic is shocked to say the least. He lets out a silent scream, grabs his chest and keels over backwards. BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure he’s acting. The son of a bitch is in deep. We’ve seen our “clients” do so many freaky things when they’re behind on payments that we’re not fazed by any of it. Like the time this drag queen up on Dykman Avenue tried to hold us off with a Buck Rogers gun he spray painted black. Buddha tells me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “This pendeja Natasha is either stupid or crazy. Either way he’s going to pay tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “What do you say we do with him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “You still got that nasty stretch pink dress Lola left in the back of your car?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “How do you know about me and her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “The car reeked of Windsong last week and she’s the only one we know who still wears that high school stank.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Yeah, I got the dress. What do you want to do with it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Go get it out of the car.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When I step back Buckerina Rogers is in her haltertop and Buddha has him doing the hokey pokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “OK girlfriend, put this pretty little pink thing I bought you then come over here and sit on my knee. Put it on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “What? No way! It’s just not me! I’m an artist like Sylvester … Monti Rock The Third …  Holly Woodlawn!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Smack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Put it on Artista baby and drive us crazy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The dress really is really tacky and way too small for the five nine Mr. Natasha. Lola is only five one. This sick sense of humor wins us our Mapes tag The Laughing Boys. We’re both in rare form tonight. Buddha drives Ms. Pink thing out to this notorious Throgs Neck warehouse section where young hustlers cruise. I toss him out of the car. The next day Pinky caught up on his payments and gave us a two-week advance. It must have been the Windsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            But this craziness with Mr. Heart Attack throws me. We let ourselves in and shut the door. Man, I got one hell of a surprise when I bent over him laid out on the linoleum. I tell Buddha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think he’s dead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Check it out … Dead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dead?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stone cold D-e-a-d, DEAD … Muerto … He did the Williebobo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Screw that. Check and see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain’t touching him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me your stun gun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me your fucking stun gun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order the zapper from a mercenary mail order house in Arkansas and it proves handy on a couple of occasions. Buddha holds the gun onto the Vics chest and zaps him twice. Don’t you know that son of a bitch shoots straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Thank You God!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Get him some water. Sit Up Vicky Boy! There you go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Buddha throws half the water in the Vic’s face and then places the glass in his trembling hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “That should cool you off after your little shock treatment. You know I had twenty-six shock treatments upstate but the penitentiary docs stopped them. they said I had much deeper problems than they could help with. One of them even said that my problems are so deep they don’t even have a phrase for it in German. Isn’t that something El?” starting to shake with maniacal laughter. “Yeah, I got it like that. Tonight, I got deep problems like you not paying up my man. Now, you sit there while we check your place out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We fly go speed racer  through the house while the Vic takes big gulps of air and water in the hallway. He sounds like a sinking lung machine. Finally paydirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“CHECK IT OOOUUTTT! Damn Vic you’re behind on your green but you got a Rolex. Tick Tick Tick Time to go. See ya wouldn’t wanna be ya !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tootles Vic bzzzzzz ah hahahahhahaha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go in the car and yell at Buddha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yo, man that shit was a little weird.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha’s just rocking and makes the steering column shake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know but did you see the way his ears kept twitching after I zapped him. He looked like Dumbo on crack.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, man … Dumbo on Crack. Now that would take a big hit off a stovepipe. What’s that part of – the Stem Fast diet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We goof through the night but I’m scared. No one almost bit the big one on us before. I hole up with Lola Magdalena and wait for our boss  Lefty Barnes to call telling me if everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Tanga 2000&lt;br /&gt;            Te traigo&lt;br /&gt;            Tanga santa&lt;br /&gt;Tanga para gozar&lt;br /&gt;Como&lt;br /&gt;MachitoY Noro&lt;br /&gt;Lo dijo&lt;br /&gt;Ven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;A bailar&lt;br /&gt;En el solar&lt;br /&gt;Embuerto en&lt;br /&gt;Campanitas de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Estoy frizao&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How much will we get?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I figure an 8 ball for me. An 8 ball for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And an 8 ball for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right. And you better throw in an another one for El Desespero”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  24-hour coke spree blows in as the supply is laid out everywhere in our private ice palace. Coke rambling over the next few hours we slowly get naked  without even thinking about it; heated by the snow and fuck it attitude only long time running buddies experience. Flipping the TV channels in search of some visuals that go with the Marvin Gaye playing on the tapedeck we zap into cable access NY style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel J in Manhattan runs old time black and white porno reels late at night. Busty plump 50’s skin flick queens pose self consciously on the twilit screen. Lola likes girls and boys and I notice that she guides her hand inside her thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon I’m circling my tongue down her cleavage; breathing onto her stomach and kiss straight down from her belly button. Lola rears up and  deep throats with Olympic fervor to celebrate our personal winter time trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown ringlets that lighten to copper at the ends drape her caramel face as she descends. Her lips form a sensuous warm oval as she gently swallows me whole. In a few minutes Lola straddles my face placing her plumpness right between my lips and decidedly rocks up and down. I slide my tongue inside her and invite her past my tonsils alternating between her g spot and thighs as the feast unfolds between her pink lips. Still massaging in between her legs with my tongue I reach around her hips and stroke her warm nipples as she slides her tongue over my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy passion is the only sound for the next hour. When she’s ready she takes hold and places me inside of her riding on top with a steady wave of passion. Her breasts shift against her blushing chest as Lola lets out a slight purr and then collapses on  my arms holding her rib cage. Lola reaches under and pulls me out only to place me further south and guides me in pumping as I explode inside of her tightness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets freakier the second time around. Lola tells me to bind her wrists with my belt then  pull her hair back and scarf her with her own snail shell curls. She lets out guttural moans with the passion of a true sexual healer. Lola’s legs tighten up when she climaxes and she holds her breath until she experiences the Great Game as my warmth settles in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tip from the apartment and stroll through Show World on 42nd Street looking for kicks. Lola’s just wearing red lipstick, high heels and her overcoat.  We end up getting down in a peep show booth while the live sex show grinds in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronx bound along the Major Deegan a quiet storm plays on BLS and serenades the wide-eyed night. On Burnside Avenue Michele, a working girl friend of Lola’s from the old neighborhood, takes us into a darkened apartment where a couple of duskies come out of the shadows. They’re totally decked out in B Boy splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kango hats, deluxe suede kicks, gold on every extremity and red sweat suits. Stepping back with a quickness, I reach into my pocket but instead of my stun gun I find this opium soaked skunkweed fattie I roll earlier. Without a second thought I spit out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Got a light? I’m waiting on the train. You know what time it comes by?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The dealers laugh and smell Lola’s oozing sex. They spin in rap unison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “You don’t need a light baby ‘cause you are the fire!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taller homeboy whips Bruce lee style low to the ground  pop locking in front of Lola with a lit Bic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Maybe we can do a switch off with these mamis, what do you say partner?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Lola looks at me with danger blinking in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Two tokes and these biscuit heads are dissolving like alka seltzer in the dark dazed and confused. A half joint later we’re hailing a cab on 173rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “That was too close for comfort.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Puta Vida is a timeless and changeless circle. There are always hookers, hoods and homos doing booze, broads and blow. I realize that even though the life never changes time still rocks my world. I’ve got to change or at least take a breather. Ten years in the trenches is enough for now. Besides, it’s too hot. The neighborhood’s changing. Coke charges up the NY scene but Crack blows the engine out. There are a lot of new players especially on 214th Street. West Indian slingers push aside the Italian, Irish and Black hoods who run the neighborhood vices. Packs of Rasta rude boys. They work twenty-four seven and spend their idle time shooting each other up. The neighborhood makes the top of the list in a New York Times article spotlighting the worst distribution points in the region. It disrupts every other legitimate and crooked business in the neighborhood. Lefty calls me and tells me it’s time for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The neighborhood’s heated. Johnny Monks went paro(noid) in the guinea  clubhouse smoking that slab and shot up a rude boy last night on 214. The Vics wife is hot too. She found him after you dummies left and took him to Montefiore hospital. He told her everything when they pumped him with sedatives. She wants the cops to come after you. Look. It’s going to take a while for things to cool down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How long?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I  don’t know. A year. Maybe two.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, it’s that bad?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whose idea was it to use the stun gun to jump start that guy? She’s screaming attempted murder.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We saved that assholes life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, after you spooked him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, it’s bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look,  I got an idea … listen to me. It works like a charm. Check into a rehab for now. No one will know you’re there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you fucking kidding me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, three hots and a cot with good food, a steam room, play time … I know this place in New Hampshire. It’ll be a cool  breeze.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, much to my chagrin I end up hiding the next nine months in an Albany hardcore therapeutic community while things worked themselves out at home. I should have been tipped off its going to be a bumpy ride during the preliminary interview at the rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Halloween. The intake coordinator is dressed like a pumpkin … a pumpkin, yo,  with fat little pumpkin kegs.  Here I am getting ready to commit to a year at this place and I’m discussing it with a huge orange ball of living produce. What are you going to do?  Truth is I’m tired and worn out from hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Randy Timmons crash lands in my life during the tour upstate. He later turns up under Arizona skies after being referred to a new start in Tucson. A crazy bold big white boy who charms his way into trouble. Police suspect he robs a string of convenience stores in Albany but he ends up before a judge for drop kicking a cucumber at a Price Chopper; piss ass drunk at the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, that sucker went two aisles. But it’s embarrassing to tell the other guys in lockup what I’m in for. I mean, they’re facing murder, robbery and drug charges and I have to cop to kicking a cucumber. What’s that? Assault with an undeadly weapon? The judge thought it would be better if I straighten my act out  a little bit more than  a fine so he mandates me to Program.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never understand the thinking behind that place. Randy’s mandated there but I cop to this little adventure on  my own. Hey, screw it –- I’m lying low anyway so I’ll play along but there’s so much bullshit by the staff. This whole idea of tearing a person down and rebuilding them by humiliating them is so bogus. It’s like those goofy cults in New York. How do you expect a dope fiend to react to mind control when they’re sober and there’s nothing there to replace that distraction? Especially in light of the horror stories told. The courts mandate 85 percent of the people there. So I take it the majority of what is revealed is the real deal. Highly confrontational group therapy shows instances of pedophilia, sodomy by siblings, rape by utensil, bestiality involving both large and small animals and alleged murder of abusive partners by overdose. Just a fantastic array of morbid despair that would drive Jesus  insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy even cops to sleeping with his sister since she’s twelve. They live for two years as husband and wife raising llamas outside of Latham. He later tells me he told the group that story to mess with the residents and staff. I don’t know. Randy is Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from what I can see the residents arrive with enough baggage like sister fucking (imaginary or not) to deal with during their stay at the program. Now, I ask you – does it make sense to hang a huge 3-foot by 4-foot sign on a person for days on end announcing some  character defect? Add to that ventriloquist dummies that couldn’t be put down at the risk of some extended menial detail like cleaning a living room floor with a toothbrush, boxing gloves strapped around the neck, nylon stockings and other various “learning experiences.” Besides, ninety eight percent of the staff are dubiously recovering addicts themselves with deep psychological problems that result in various instances of rape (both male and female), deception and suicide cover-ups. These administrative escapades include the programs corporate director who has a penchant for young female junkies and the cookie jar. He’s quickly but quietly removed after he’s discovered with his hands in both. And they wonder why relapse is so high? Most folks go back out after a year of sobriety. Finally in the mid nineties the New York State State Supreme Court rules the “therapy” is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it beats jail time though. I’m a heartbeat away from that in New York. And it’ll give me time to examine my life without getting blasted. Maybe write that great American novel. Yeah, right; there sure is enough material around though. I do end up scribbling after I split the program and land a job at the legislature penning bullshit for the Democrats. Smallbany politics is a dirty little business in a dirty little town but someones got to do it, I guess. I even get to boink a former fan dancer turned legislator. Humping that old gal makes it all clear to me, They’re just a bunch of whores. So what else is new?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111750066274276462?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111750066274276462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111750066274276462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111750066274276462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111750066274276462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the Jungle'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111741271822982965</id><published>2005-05-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:25:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The week literally kicks off with a bang. I sit in on a gig Sunday night at the Nightingale on Avenue A with the Killer Flamingos. Joey from the Miserable Worms joins in. He later shares his girl Darlene with Lola Magdalena in the back seat of my ‘75 AMC Hornet on the service road off the Sheridan Expressway up in the Bronx. I know Lola since she’s three. Her parents are this crazy bohemian couple who live in a crammed storefront apartment on 212th Street. Raymond and Angie are original beatniks hanging out with the Kerouac crowd and making art films. We go out when Lola is sixteen. Loose touch when she attends boarding school. Find each other again when she’s 20 and float in and out of each other’s  lives ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon I get a five hundred dollar sales bonus. Slinging numbers and cable out of Queens is like shooting patos in water. It’s three hours a day and a great return. Party Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rrrring Rrrrring You’re sixteen ... Rrrrring Rrring You’re beautiful ... Rrrring Rrrring And you’re jail time ... Rrrr  click  Helllllooooo Baaaaabyyyy, you walking vision of sin come out and play. Yeahhhh Babbbyyyyy  I don’t know how you make it all work, Lola you just got too  many moving parts. But what a set of  moving parts. Connnnno!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work your body up&lt;br /&gt;Work it up now&lt;br /&gt;Show everybody&lt;br /&gt;You’re a wild child&lt;br /&gt;A wild child likes to swing&lt;br /&gt;From early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;To late evening&lt;br /&gt;When she moves her hips&lt;br /&gt;She says hello&lt;br /&gt;She goes with her lover&lt;br /&gt;On the roll&lt;br /&gt;Wild child&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Make me sweat&lt;br /&gt;Make me scream&lt;br /&gt;You fine young thing&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump back&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the alley&lt;br /&gt;Like Richard did&lt;br /&gt;With Long Tall Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Magdalena. A beige amazon woman who acts more like Sheena of the Jungle than Xena the Warrior Princess. She is the penultimate seventies salsera. Lola walks this earth with big brown eyes, wet red lips, tremendous hips and a full 36 C Chest. She always stands naked before her dresser mirror and puts on her high heels first then her lipstick before getting into her evening clothes as she eats Violets to make her breath special. Lilac oil shines on her body, "If things go right at some point in the evening I'm going to be standing at the foot of the bed after working out poppy chulo  and I want to make sure he never forgets me. And what man can forget all this (striking a flamenco pose) when I’m  looking at him with nothing on but my heels and my red lipstick.”&lt;br /&gt;She tells me she’s born to be with me but we’re such extremist enfant teribles it’s like setting a match to a swimming pool full of gasoline. Lola’s a natural born series of adult novels that keeps her lines in hardbound journals and books of dreams.  We try for a while once. It’s a  different kind of drama. Charanga 76 accompanies our opening credits, Le Bon Temps Roulez,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando estoy at tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Y me miras                                         &lt;br /&gt;Y me besas Y me hace sonar&lt;br /&gt;Te perdono&lt;br /&gt;Tus viejas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Por que tus carisas&lt;br /&gt; Me hacen olvidar                                           &lt;br /&gt; Y aunque se                                                   &lt;br /&gt; Que tus besos me matan                                            &lt;br /&gt; Y aunque que&lt;br /&gt; Tu amor es me mal&lt;br /&gt;Tus carisas de fuego me&lt;br /&gt; Me encantan a mi&lt;br /&gt;Queiro mas quiero mas quiero mas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lola's shocked&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so calm&lt;br /&gt;When she calls&lt;br /&gt;After six months&lt;br /&gt;Of both of us being&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;From each other&lt;br /&gt;And answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;With simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Lola&lt;br /&gt;What's up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lazy baritone&lt;br /&gt;That makes&lt;br /&gt;Even fog horns&lt;br /&gt;Openly bleet with envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to ask&lt;br /&gt;Where we've been&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;If it's not interesting&lt;br /&gt;We won't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Anything about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if  Lola's&lt;br /&gt;Ready to pop&lt;br /&gt;She'll blow her top&lt;br /&gt;Opening up her&lt;br /&gt;Passport of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening&lt;br /&gt;She plays dress up&lt;br /&gt;In front of&lt;br /&gt;The living room mirror&lt;br /&gt;Wearing flamenco dresses&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Silver mirrored&lt;br /&gt;High heel evening shoes&lt;br /&gt;Lit from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;Swinging her hips&lt;br /&gt;To a Middle Eastern&lt;br /&gt;Salsa Jam&lt;br /&gt;That switches from&lt;br /&gt;Arabic to Gitano Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Like she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She serves&lt;br /&gt;Mango ice cream&lt;br /&gt;And we exchange kisses&lt;br /&gt;Right on that spot&lt;br /&gt;um um um umum&lt;br /&gt;BOY&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl works tight&lt;br /&gt;Rocking for that green&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do anything to&lt;br /&gt;Make our world right&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;Anything to&lt;br /&gt;Make our world right&lt;br /&gt;All Lola has to do is ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 9 To 5&lt;br /&gt;I'll  be the houseboy&lt;br /&gt;If she wants&lt;br /&gt;The maid&lt;br /&gt;The cook&lt;br /&gt;The prosecutor&lt;br /&gt;But after 5&lt;br /&gt;She crowns me&lt;br /&gt;Her flaming hetero&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here&lt;br /&gt;poppy&lt;br /&gt;Let Lola&lt;br /&gt;Open up your head&lt;br /&gt;And make&lt;br /&gt;Our world right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With observations&lt;br /&gt;About everyday words&lt;br /&gt;I never give&lt;br /&gt;A second thought to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Bobby Blue Bland&lt;br /&gt;Sings about getting&lt;br /&gt;On his knees&lt;br /&gt;During a tortured blues&lt;br /&gt;She asks me if he's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh - Praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh - Doing it doggie style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh - Asking for a blow job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on those bended knees&lt;br /&gt;Serving up possibilities&lt;br /&gt;That never occur to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write my lines as&lt;br /&gt;She dances in front&lt;br /&gt;Of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Our world becomes&lt;br /&gt;The circle at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of the exclamation point&lt;br /&gt;Formed by the Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;This night lit in Red&lt;br /&gt;In faraway Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;The E on her&lt;br /&gt;Apartment door&lt;br /&gt;Standing for&lt;br /&gt;The living&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;Lola is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 PM&lt;br /&gt;Her friends come&lt;br /&gt;After we consume&lt;br /&gt;A late supper and each other&lt;br /&gt;To say hello&lt;br /&gt;To drop their&lt;br /&gt;Troubles and woes&lt;br /&gt;And we straighten them out&lt;br /&gt;Becoming Super Ricans&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Truth&lt;br /&gt;Justice&lt;br /&gt;and the Aguacate Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wonderment and&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity of&lt;br /&gt;A couple of operators&lt;br /&gt;Coming into their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;After Fourteen years&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;touching and losing base&lt;br /&gt;touching and losing base&lt;br /&gt;touching and losing base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange whispers&lt;br /&gt;That echo brilliant dreams&lt;br /&gt;And Big Stuff&lt;br /&gt;Captured in the white lights&lt;br /&gt;Beaming&lt;br /&gt;From the Manhattan skyline&lt;br /&gt;That sways in the night&lt;br /&gt;Just outside her window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life drives us both apart&lt;br /&gt;We’re both hardcore players&lt;br /&gt;Tipica Novel closes our set&lt;br /&gt;Ay que seguir guarachando               &lt;br /&gt;Mi mami  no me este reganando        &lt;br /&gt;Porque despues cuando yo me muera&lt;br /&gt;De mi no se estan recordando&lt;br /&gt;You have to keep on groovin&lt;br /&gt;Boo don’t chastise me&lt;br /&gt;Because when I’m dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will remember  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a club her friend Casandra and Lola don't get into: Xenon, Studio 54, and the Corso, any after hour club in el Barrio or el Bronx. You name it. They're there and drag themselves the next morning to their office jobs. Mascara all smeared, runs in their stockings and "magnum speeders" at the ready. Lola even attains minor notoriety when a chorus singer with a local salsa band belts out her name during a recording session. The song is a minor hit. He later writes the first of several songs lovers will write about Lola over the years. Yeah, she's in lust. And he's married. They're a perfect combination for their times – the notorious muse and decadent artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So this is stardom? It’s six a.m., I’m wasted and he’s getting skied up in a corner booth. The great Frankie Green Eyes. Well, he’s good  hump.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola doesn't restrict herself to just singers. She spots a good-looking policeman one-day on 17th Street and walks up to him waving hello with her hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been a naughty and I need to be arrested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps on walking but soon she hears the snap of a handcuff on her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we need to discuss the penalty for your crime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends a wild evening with him trying all kinds of positions dressed in his uniform shirt, handcuffs and nightstick. Then she doesn't see him again for a couple of months but when she does she treats the chance meeting with typical Lola Magdalena aplomb. When cocaine begins flooding New York in the eighties Lola and company are right there sniffing on the front lines. Her friend Casandra becomes a vacum cleaner one night and starts panicking that she overdosed; her heart’s racing too much. They flag down a cab at 10 in the morning still in their party dresses and head for Bellevue Hospital. Lola Magdalena is born there and she figures that's where she’s safest. Besides, she doesn't want to go to Miseracordia Hospital  in the Bronx because she’s afraid someone from the neighborhood might see them. Once at Bellevue, the emergency room doctor administers some Valium to Casandra and insists that Lola  undergo a test too because she has a faster heart rate than Casandra.  As she’s laying on the emergency room gurney Lola looks up and who does she spot but the policeman she spent the evening with a couple of months earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cassie, look ... can it be? That's the cop I slept with!" and begins laughing hysterically as she pulls the hospital bed sheet over her eyes still shaded by her sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think he'll recognize me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casandra, who disrobes under the hospital sheet because there are good looking interns around,  dryly responds "how can't he ... look" and raising her toes exposing her waxed bikini line points to the emergency room tally board where their names appear in bright red marker "Lola Magdalena  - Casandra Rodriguez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to miss an opportunity no matter how inopportune a moment Lola writes her number on her discharge papers and passes it to the cop on the way out. He never calls. But that's all right because God blesses Lola with charm and beauty and she has a gallery of admirers from all the five boroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Magdalena has a lot of girlfriends besides Casandra. A lot. They're all "breeder" horny. And I'm young enough to still be clumsy. Not for long and not before an important lesson. It's late and I'm at the apartment with Lola and one of her girlfriends. Bronx cabs take too long that late at night so Lola says, "We can all crash on my bed." Her bedroom door opens and inside this small room is a king sized bed. It's huge. Red Satin Sheets and white cotton pillows. A full length mirror that could be positioned to view various parts of the room. Now to show you how young I am, my first thought is not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in a bedroom with two women who are built for comfort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. My first thought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did she get that big gaudy red bed into this little tiny room. And what's with the mirror? It's a tiny little room. Red sheets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Magdalena's friend has other ideas. Not more than thirty seconds after we all climb in bed and the lights go out her hand goes down my leg and she lands right over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my. Is everyone going to get naked and how do I stop from coming in three seconds. This will be a mega hallelujah come that’ll bounce off the ceiling, off the mirror and onto the door. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast.  Suddenly Lola sits straight up in bed. Flips on this glaring emergency light that showers the corner of the room with a red halo reflected off the sheets and declares to her girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mira, so canto de puerca what are you doing. Get up out of here," and lectures her friend all the way out of the room into the living room. A lecture all the way out. Then she comes back and yells at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And don't you play Mr. Innocent. Pendejito. I see that little flagpole sticking up through covers. Tell el Penguino there's no fish today and get to checking the inside of your eyelids for cracks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flips off the light and falls asleep in a minute and a half. Amazing. You can't judge a book by its cover or even the first few chapters. She may party too much, have a married lover and run herself into the ground clubbing. But she still has a level of self-acceptance and nerve tempered by her own code of rules that makes her one of the few women I meet in my life who really has big balls. As they pass from their party girl phase Lola Magdalena and Casandra begin traveling different paths. I loose contact with them for a few years but come to find out that Casandra drifts away with some Colombians at Lopez’s after hours club on Webster Avenue while Lola Magdalena goes into the sex business with some Russian gangsters as the times change. Starting off as a barmaid at The Corso and part time stripper at the topless clubs, Lola answers an ad one day in the Village Voice after the Corso's owner is popped by the Feds for heroin trafficking and the club closes. She becomes a 300-dollar an hour call girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We always have tight security at The Red Room so it's hard for the cops to bust us. The place is next door to a restaurant and you can enter the building through a side door near the kitchen. So no one can tell if you're going to eat pasta or pussy. Once you get in you have to give the security guys your name, a business card and your work phone number. That way they can check you out if you're for real. If the guys suspect anything they'll take you into a room and make you smoke a joint. That way they can tell if you're a cop or not. Once you get through all that you can some in and see the girls who can be pretty superstitious. We never leave a handbag on the floor because that could be bad luck - your money can walk. And a lot of us throw dollar bills under the phone line next to the "in call" receptionist so we get some good clients that night. Sometimes the dates can get really weird. These eastern European guys like to check you out like if you're a horse or some vegetable at the market. I put a stop to that right away. I'm no melon to be pinched. I'm a passion fruit ready to get eaten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities don’t phase her. A running buddy from her building hooks her up on a special call with a young Academy Award winner. “You know I could have really exploited that but I didn’t. When I got there he was passed out on the floor in his boxers. He got up but that was my coke hell days. I just wanted to score. He understood and my running buddy drove him down to Harlem where he’s got a honey stashed. Yep, my girlfriends told me I should have gotten some cash or a mink or something out of that because you know that kind of guy pays to keep you quiet but what the hell. He’s just another guy trying to get his shit off.” Lola goes from wild child to demonatrix by the time she’s 27 and it bothers her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Lolita Blue&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of ice&lt;br /&gt;She’ll tell you a tale or two&lt;br /&gt;Run off with your mind&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for love&lt;br /&gt;In a million places&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for love&lt;br /&gt;In a million faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Magdalena is never a bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days&lt;br /&gt;Making horizontal calculations&lt;br /&gt;Along crooked streets&lt;br /&gt;Of lights and shadows&lt;br /&gt;Flickering on life’s wall&lt;br /&gt;Possessed by an&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant ambition&lt;br /&gt;To read&lt;br /&gt;The mind of God&lt;br /&gt;But there's a price to pay&lt;br /&gt;Pain the toll&lt;br /&gt;As I divide my time&lt;br /&gt;Between chasing God&lt;br /&gt;And chasing the Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Combining lethal doses of&lt;br /&gt;Horse beat with cane&lt;br /&gt;A perverse boy meets girl&lt;br /&gt;The gravity of my situation&lt;br /&gt;Bending the light of reason&lt;br /&gt;Cut off from others&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious of their&lt;br /&gt;Opinions and prejudices&lt;br /&gt;I remain&lt;br /&gt;A child at heart&lt;br /&gt;Asking the simplest of questions&lt;br /&gt;But obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With the human equation&lt;br /&gt;How did God make the universe&lt;br /&gt;How did God make it right&lt;br /&gt;How does one plus one equal&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;Solitude my choice&lt;br /&gt;Because no one&lt;br /&gt;Can take that from me&lt;br /&gt;But as the temporal music&lt;br /&gt;Of my solitude unfolds&lt;br /&gt;So come&lt;br /&gt;The visions and the voices&lt;br /&gt;I listen and I’m transfixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola&lt;br /&gt;I am  here before it starts&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I am here after the end&lt;br /&gt;I’m a hidden treasure&lt;br /&gt;That desires&lt;br /&gt;To Be Known&lt;br /&gt;Therefore&lt;br /&gt;I create you&lt;br /&gt;The Creation&lt;br /&gt;In order to be known&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interior illumination&lt;br /&gt;That allows me to see&lt;br /&gt;Through my souls eyes&lt;br /&gt;Become messages in g forces&lt;br /&gt;That rips the air around me&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a deep well I fall into&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly drinking from its waters&lt;br /&gt;Making a lasting moment&lt;br /&gt;Out of a singular incident&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a shrine&lt;br /&gt;all have access to&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted&lt;br /&gt;I lay down&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed in stolen flowers&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Sodden lust&lt;br /&gt;Rocked to sleep&lt;br /&gt;By the cadence of&lt;br /&gt;The elusive One's&lt;br /&gt;Breath&lt;br /&gt;Song&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Here's the secret&lt;br /&gt;You have to know life&lt;br /&gt;To recreate life&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I possess the eternal mind&lt;br /&gt;Stuttered re-re-remembrances&lt;br /&gt;And immediate realities&lt;br /&gt;Of an intimate crime&lt;br /&gt;Against myself&lt;br /&gt;My words spill forth&lt;br /&gt;And evaporate&lt;br /&gt;In the ready battle&lt;br /&gt;Permeating my body&lt;br /&gt;Ripping apart what is whole&lt;br /&gt;I sit&lt;br /&gt;Just finished doing a dub&lt;br /&gt;Unrolling and licking&lt;br /&gt;The dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;For the&lt;br /&gt;Third&lt;br /&gt;Fourth&lt;br /&gt;Fifth&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;In the last&lt;br /&gt;Six&lt;br /&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;Eight&lt;br /&gt;Days&lt;br /&gt;Who-who-who knows&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here battling&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing anything&lt;br /&gt;My everyday existence&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking it for granted&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;How have I gotten here&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I know all that&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sold my body&lt;br /&gt;For lots of money&lt;br /&gt;At times&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;For frozen bliss&lt;br /&gt;At times&lt;br /&gt;Done b-b-blow jobs&lt;br /&gt;for an eight ball&lt;br /&gt;Gone out&lt;br /&gt;Turned a trick for a hundred&lt;br /&gt;90 Bucks&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;Just so I could get what I want&lt;br /&gt;I look inside of myself&lt;br /&gt;And I see a light&lt;br /&gt;But discourage it from coming out&lt;br /&gt;Have had plenty of opportunities&lt;br /&gt;But either too scared&lt;br /&gt;Lazy&lt;br /&gt;Or just down right stupid&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to understand&lt;br /&gt;What life is&lt;br /&gt;What it’s like to be a human being&lt;br /&gt;And yet I talk about&lt;br /&gt;The profound feelings I have&lt;br /&gt;Of being part of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;How I understand things&lt;br /&gt;That other people just gloss over&lt;br /&gt;I embrace the lies of despair&lt;br /&gt;In my own words&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve never stood up&lt;br /&gt;Faced them&lt;br /&gt;Looked at them&lt;br /&gt;For everything that they claim&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel I’m being a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;To God&lt;br /&gt;To Myself&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to really sit back&lt;br /&gt;To say who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell everybody&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to alleviate the guilt&lt;br /&gt;By thinking there is someone&lt;br /&gt;I can confess my sins to&lt;br /&gt;And I sit and I say&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;How people think&lt;br /&gt;And how they feel&lt;br /&gt;Caught in my own trap&lt;br /&gt;That’s the real sad part&lt;br /&gt;How do I justify lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;Is that being human&lt;br /&gt;Or a pity onto myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chills out for a while in New Mexico then plunges back sober into the outcall business in New York with a vengeance. Lola’s going to get hers and get out. She lines up a couple of rich businessmen as regular clients; their new age courtesan, “I’m constantly looking for a third millionaire to round it out but a girl only has so many hours in the night ... I always wanted to work the houses and out call because it comes with a sense of power. I get what I want and make some serious dough by doing what I do." I'll tell you what kind of power she has tapped in between her hips, lips and fingertips. Hanging out one evening at her apartment on Magenta Street, Lola Magdalena got a call from the Saturday night DJ’s on la Mega FM. They talk with her for a little bit just to tell her that they’re going to dedicate some music to her and within ten minutes Lola Magdalena's name is blasting over the airwaves. Lola Magdalena never calls anyone. They call her and let the world know that Lola is in the house. 27 calls to homegirl's private line from Lola’s school of romantic gladiators follows that Mega shout out. Lola gets out of the call-girl/mistress business by launching a successful candle empire at age 30 with the help of her main client. Today she supplies small stores from New York to Miami and they even flicker in the houses she once works lighting the path for wayward sinners and adventurous souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Brillante&lt;br /&gt;Wax Art and Candles&lt;br /&gt;Miami - New York - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She teaches me local celebrity is just as good as universal. It's all a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a shining star&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright to see&lt;br /&gt;What you can truly be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111741271822982965?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111741271822982965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111741271822982965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111741271822982965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111741271822982965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/lola.html' title='LOLA'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111741242732924645</id><published>2005-05-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:20:27.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE WINDS AND CANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A le le lele lele&lt;br /&gt;A la le lele lele&lt;br /&gt;Buscando Paz                                                 &lt;br /&gt;Buscando Paz in mi mente                             &lt;br /&gt;Yo reso  a mi Dios aqui                                              &lt;br /&gt;Resando a mi Dios aqui                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;En mi mente ya                                                          &lt;br /&gt;A mi Dios yo reso                                            &lt;br /&gt;Que me traiga ya                                &lt;br /&gt;La felicidad                                        &lt;br /&gt;Que yo busco                                      &lt;br /&gt;En su mundo&lt;/em&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hurricane season in Puerto Rico and a wind of change blows through the tropics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Cristina sits reflecting the Island sun in her little blue house at the top of La Quinta in Mayaguez. She patiently waits by her balcony door for her favorite morning songbird to arrive just outside her window. It's a long time ritual that accompanies her morning prayers with her sister Custodia. Sometimes she gets the feeling that God sends the little bird to fly her requests back to heaven. Abuelita’s the seed on the island from where I blossom - Borinquen. She posseses a wrinkled light powdery face that sees me through liquid blue eyes lit by the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titi Custodia spies me walking up the dirt road to her house. The murmur of the nearby river accompanies me. I'm navigating a small sea of brilliantly colored countryside flowers tinted with violet, red, yellow, white and green petals. Little lizards run around just crazy everywhere. Dragonflies patrol around squadrons of wasps encircling the palm trees. Plucking small hollow reeds to blow soap bubbles out of later, I suck on some sugar cane grandma gives me earlier that adds to the sweetness of the air. The atmosphere drips with moisture so thick that I feel like I'm floating through a suspended lake. The tropical leaves wrap themselves around me protecting me like the little blue house protects Titi Custodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custodia never leaves the house. A neighborhood bandolero rapes her at sixteen and the family forces her to marry him. Such is life in 1916. She loses the baby and divorces him immediately afterwards. Titi Custodia swears that she’ll never set foot on the ground outside her home ever again. And she never does. When she has to move later in life my cousin Davisito and his father Israel carry her to her new home down the block. Custodia is an acerbic woman but very spiritual and leads a monastic life praying and cooking each day for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma calls out to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor mio, ven aqui que te quiero hablar."&lt;br /&gt;"My love, come here I want to talk with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, she guides me to in her special room of blessed saints staring out from behind crystal glass.  Titi Custodia sits in a straight back chair looking out the open-air living room window. She’s writing a letter. When she tires of writing with her left she switches to her right. Her penmanship, perfectly balanced on each thought, doesn’t change at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deck of tarot cards is spread out on the lace-topped table before Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El pasado, el futuro y el presente ... sienta te ahi."&lt;br /&gt;"The past, the future and the present ... sit there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She witnesses the world&lt;br /&gt;Through pastel powder eyes&lt;br /&gt;A sweet bird of paradise&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;Darts in the air&lt;br /&gt;And splashes&lt;br /&gt;On distant waters&lt;br /&gt;She prays for all that are&lt;br /&gt;Drowning on dry land&lt;br /&gt;Her hope bearing&lt;br /&gt;A mystical promise&lt;br /&gt;That appears as a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;After a storm of sensitive drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight breaks the night&lt;br /&gt;And she drinks&lt;br /&gt;From The Elusive One’s well&lt;br /&gt;Hidden deep in the tropical forest&lt;br /&gt;Cool sips of hope and salvation&lt;br /&gt;Her tiny blessed hands&lt;br /&gt;Wipe her sanctified lips&lt;br /&gt;            And&lt;br /&gt;            Stretch outwards&lt;br /&gt;            Capturing the morning rays&lt;br /&gt;            That brings strength&lt;br /&gt;            And&lt;br /&gt;            Permits her to pass the light&lt;br /&gt;            As she washes clean&lt;br /&gt;            Children’s souls&lt;br /&gt;            We witness the world together&lt;br /&gt;            Through her pastel powder eyes&lt;br /&gt;            Separated by decades of time&lt;br /&gt;            And&lt;br /&gt;            Oceans of Life&lt;br /&gt;            Whose shallows expose&lt;br /&gt;            The spiritual paradise&lt;br /&gt;            That exists all about as&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;Fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying all night because I want to go back home to New York. I miss my parents but they're going through changes and have sent me to Puerto Rico while they work things out. Nine years old and I feel my world is ending. Grandma senses my confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brillante cabecita de dolores ... Primera luz de la manana illumina tu destino ... You are the beautiful boy. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remain quite for the longest time as she breaks an egg, separates it in the shell and drops the whites into a clear glass of water. The way it suspends in the water tells a person how his life is going. Afterwards Grandma lights a white candle to La Virgen de Guadalupe and says a quiet prayer occasionally snapping her fingers. The chirping of the morning songbirds outside her window the only  sound I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que me dicen las barajas, um? Que me dicen de este nino bonito ... Um, Aqui dice el que no pregunta no llega pero ay veces sin preguntar uno llega a un sitio nuevo. Ese es parte de tu destino ... Vas a cantar tu historia pero tiene que pasar por combate. Muchas penas y alegrias .... Empiesa ... para ... empiesa ... para pero al fin conquista la noche con los rayos del sol que amances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do the cards say, um? What do they say about this beautiful child ... Um, It says here if you don’t ask for directions you won't get to your destination but sometimes even without asking you arrive somewhere new. This is part of your destiny... You are going to sing your story but you have to pass through a major struggle. Many sorrows and joyful moments.... You start .... stop ... start ... stop but in the end you will conquer the night with the morning light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m being pulled up and forwards at the same time by an elation shared out of love and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Angels cry in 7th Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Their tears bead down&lt;br /&gt;On their favorite son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone for a long time&lt;br /&gt;The petals of their chosen&lt;br /&gt;Struggle up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times with a sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;For the angels were missed&lt;br /&gt;When he was in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angels cry in 7th Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And encourage his rebirth&lt;br /&gt;They  never expected&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite to return&lt;br /&gt;The weeping saints had&lt;br /&gt;Given up hope&lt;br /&gt;For their tan rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the passing of a plague&lt;br /&gt;That killed so many others&lt;br /&gt;The death of supple thinkers&lt;br /&gt;Who forgot their brothers&lt;br /&gt;The Angels cry in 7th heaven&lt;br /&gt; Inspirations bead down&lt;br /&gt;On their favorite son&lt;br /&gt;The Angels cry in 7th heaven&lt;br /&gt;And kiss&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite child&lt;br /&gt;Who squirms in a distant corner&lt;br /&gt;Waiting what seems endless time&lt;br /&gt;He prays for courage&lt;br /&gt;Guidance his desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111741242732924645?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111741242732924645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111741242732924645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111741242732924645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111741242732924645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/blue-winds-and-cane.html' title='BLUE WINDS AND CANE'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111741201346638259</id><published>2005-05-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:13:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This chippie warns me once “You’ll have a lot of close calls in your life but you’ll never have one closer than what’s coming down the pike the way you’re living.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anarchy takes me from El Bronex to the mountains of upstate New York through the Tucson Desert and shot out of Mount Rainier in the Cascades back to the Bronx Valley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just check my stage credits. They’re chock full of nutty things. At the end of the eighties I land a role in the Rehab Follies Touring Company off off way the hell off Broadway and open the show a year later Live and Direct as Pitipinbo – Desi Arnaz on Acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t want any millions&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my share&lt;br /&gt;I only got one suit&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I can wear&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of money&lt;br /&gt;Won’t make me feel gay&lt;br /&gt;I got a little honey&lt;br /&gt;Who’s making me say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m sitting&lt;br /&gt;Right on top&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Singing a Song&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that&lt;br /&gt;The damned&lt;br /&gt;Can see the future&lt;br /&gt;But not the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt; Begins in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately leads&lt;br /&gt;To Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue winds Thunder&lt;br /&gt;Overhead&lt;br /&gt;While&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custodia&lt;br /&gt;La Virgen del Paraiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks on&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Blesses Me&lt;br /&gt;As I sit hidden&lt;br /&gt;With inner tears&lt;br /&gt;In a darkened world&lt;br /&gt;Gone bad&lt;br /&gt;She appears&lt;br /&gt;Ever so near&lt;br /&gt;Ever so clear&lt;br /&gt;            Ever so near&lt;br /&gt;            Ever so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Cry   Cry   Cry&lt;br /&gt;            Yes    Cry&lt;br /&gt;            I understand&lt;br /&gt;            But if it were easy&lt;br /&gt;            Then it wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;            Be a Beautiful Thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Cry   Cry   Cry&lt;br /&gt;            Yes    Cry&lt;br /&gt;            Let the tears&lt;br /&gt;            Wash away the past&lt;br /&gt;Gently&lt;br /&gt;Gently&lt;br /&gt;Bring on&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance and Faith&lt;br /&gt;Or real insanity&lt;br /&gt;Will descend&lt;br /&gt;You are now a seeker&lt;br /&gt;A seeker of Words&lt;br /&gt;You’ve seen the stories&lt;br /&gt;Now prepare to write&lt;br /&gt;Always remember&lt;br /&gt;This I share with you now&lt;br /&gt;Brand it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll be free&lt;br /&gt;To record your experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.         The light is working with me&lt;br /&gt;2.         Temptation has no power over me&lt;br /&gt;3.         My true nature is holy and perfect&lt;br /&gt;4.         I cooperate instead of obey&lt;br /&gt;5.         I portray the soul of a man  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The light makes different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            She first reveals herself to me as a dancing flame when I’m nine years old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111741201346638259?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111741201346638259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111741201346638259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111741201346638259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111741201346638259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13263412.post-111740010143243500</id><published>2005-05-29T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:14:00.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TENGO SWING!</title><content type='html'>Bueno es verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tienen en este cuartito solito! Oh - no entiendes Espanol ... click click ... I hit my SAP button. Now we I can speak in English (but always think in Spanish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME LLAMO PITIPINBO! - el hijueputa de Mayguez por parte de mi sagrada madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father - a rumor. My family: long on perspective and short in stature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13263412-111740010143243500?l=pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111740010143243500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13263412&amp;postID=111740010143243500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111740010143243500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13263412/posts/default/111740010143243500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitipinbosworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/tengo-swing.html' title='TENGO SWING!'/><author><name>Pitipinbos World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939165119140893326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
