ABQ-Episode Eight- Vegas Baby!

If you missed Episode one thru seven They are all in the Sandbox. And have provided the links as well.
Episode 1- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=852037
Episode 2- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=860786
Episode 3- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=872510
Episode 4- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=879098
Episode 5 http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=885633
Episode 6- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=905614
Episode 7- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=925055

Otherwise none of this is going to make any fuckin sense. Drama...aint no drama like what ABQ has gone thru. Feel me?
Disclaimer…. This is for entertainment purposes only anything else that happens between the author and the reader is purely fictional in nature. This is a purely fictional dramatic tale End of Disclaimer.
This aint no PG rated post- Some aspects of this episode may have actually occured.
Only a few more episodes left.

Trying to put my large hard anaconda back in my boxers is not an easy thing to do as it tries to escape time and again. All I can compare it to is a girl with a big ole booty trying to fit into a tight as hell pair of jeans.

“Cabron give us just ten minutes.” Aitana asks him. Cabron looks at her and then at me as his finger comes out toward me.

“Fine but cuz no more fucking boss’s wife.” With that he opens the door as finally the Ananconda is in my boxers slowly losing its monster power. With that my Jeans are able to be put back on. Well talk about bad fuckin timing!

Aitana Comes closer to me. “Let’s get away from here and go far away. Maybe south America? I Tell her.

“Ohh my love. It is too late for that for us. We are both in too deep. I have come to terms with my life. We will both be dead trying to make it out of here. We had out chance and it is now but a memory and a distant one at that.”

“I can come up with a plan I can get you out of here.” I say to her trying to also convince myself.

“We both know that is but a dream. They will find us and hunt us like dogs and kill us both. But at least we got to see each other one more time.” Aitana kisses me as our tongues lock in some sort of animalistic dance. “You can get out of here and have a life. Unfortunately for me my life is here and I am content with that.”

“But why?” Is all I could come up with.

“Rodrigo, sometimes the best things we can save and cherish are the memories. They will always be with me and I will always think of you. As Helen Keller once said “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.” That will be us from now on. I risked my life because I needed to see you one last time.”
Anguish, pain, sadness, despair and finally utter acceptance seem to flood me all within a minute’s time as I could only nod at her.

“Our love will always be there. In more ways than you can ever know my love. I know you went to music after what happened four years ago. Go back to it and do something that you enjoy. Make something for yourself and for heaven’s sake stay out of jail. Your cousin would tell me stories about you. Somewhere along the line you lost touch with reality with what you were. And why? Time is a healer of all wounds Rodrigo always remember that. Life goes on and we must learn to accept things. You can control the rest of your life. Always remember what we had, what we shared will never ever be forgotten by me.”

A tear starts to form down my eye as she says this in such a soft and soothing voice. “Rodrigo maybe this was me four years ago.

“Are you ready as she steps away.

My lips are the gun that freezes you
My smile is the trigger that haunts your dreams
My kisses are the bullets that ultimately you will always fantasize about
Label me a Killer but remember my love life goes on”

With that she reaches for her purse and grabs an envelope. “Whatever you do Rodrigo do not open this until you leave her and whatever you do you cannot come back. Live your life as you have to.”

I grab the envelop, fold it and put it in my jeans pocket.

“Love is not eternal my love but memories will always be. Tears stream down her eyelids to her chin as she finishes putting her clothes back on. Within a few minutes later she was gone again. I sit back on the chair, heart feels like glass has punctured it. I look down at the bag of flaming hot Cheetos and wonder how it can get any worse for me.

Three Days Later-

It is a Saturday night and all I can say is glad to be back on US soil. Still hurting tremdously and trying to hide it that I could not get Aitana out of Juarez. But here we are doing things that I no longer want to do. That I have not wanted to do in quite some time. Being here with Skinny Pete and Cabron on a catwalk slingin. This specific one goes from New York New York hotel to the MGM Grand. Kind of funny to be near from a guy hawking bottles of water for a dollar to all the tourists. About two hundred feet ahead is a black dude trying to sell his CD’s. I turn my head back and look at all the lights and glitter that is Las Vegas at night. I can see Caesar’s Palace from here. I turn my attention at the moment to Pete as of course Cabron is watching and observing. Pete motions for two white guys to come over.

“What you got.” The taller of the two white guys ask. Pete pulls out a baggie of Cheetos puffs. They both laugh and start to walk away.

“Wait.” Says Pete. “Come back here. “Yo dudes this aint your average Cheetos puffs.” Pete opens up a bag and pulls out a Puff.

“You see that whole in there that is where we injected the Shatter at, BPO and shit. This will make you higher a kite. No, let me take that back it was make you higher than Mario in mushroom mode. This is like 100 times better than Dro, which as you may know is usually a higher, more pure quality of weed than that found elsewhere. Within an hour of eating one of these puffs you will be in heaven. You will feel so good that it will be the best fuckin high of your life. Hell you might even though both of you guys are white may be trying to rap to some Nicki Minaj. Wanna see.”

With that Pete turns on his boom box and in some horrific tone starts to sing.

” Murder dem Murder Dem Just 1 word Body A 3rd Of them'
Kick Kick Game Can't injure Nicki, That's Why they nick nick named me Ninja Nicki,
I'm Such A Yes, and your a No No,
Live with a dragon, and where a Kimono,
I'm from the Philliphines, badder than billy jean, is that why I get more head than the gulliten,
Lookin Dumb Struck, cause you bumbs suck,
Where da arm, where the fuck is my nun-Chucks,
I'm in Tokyo with the CokekeyO, somebody sleepin in my bed like Nokio,
I'm gettin illa then, poppin a pill again,
I'm on the Island, and I'm lookin for Gillgan,
And where my timberland, O God I'm trembling,
Can't find my keys, but I kno I hear'em jingaling,
Your such a Marilyn, Monroe, Manson,
I Got some heroin, wanna go dancing?,
You at the door? ok
I'm bout to come now
GEttin Numb Now
Don't let me come down
Sniffin on sum Good nO
It's Like I'm sniffin on a temple
And I can't come down now cause I'm a higher then higher then higher then a kite”

I cannot help but laugh my ass off as Pete thinks he can actually sing. I look at Cabron who puts s finger to his mouth for me to be quiet.

“How about this we sell you one gram for pretty cheap. That is two Cheetos puffs. You get the fucking high of your life and come back and buy a bigger baggie?” Pete ever the salesman when it comes to slingin. Gotta give the guy some props he is pretty good at it.

“Fine but it this does not work we know where to find you.” Tall white boy says.

“Your ass and your buddy and every girl you meet you will be talking about our product. It is not like any other you have ever gotten high off of.” Pete says very seriously. With 40 bucks changing hands and a gram of Cheetos puffs the transaction is complete.

“What other grams ya got in case we come back?”

“You mean when you come back? We got 5 grams, 10 grams, 20 grams, 25 grams, 50 grams and 100 grams. But only eat one puff. You come back and buy a bigger supply and down like three of these. Man it will be like the movie “The Hangover” as you will not remember what you did for a night or two. That is how powerful this stuff is. Take one at a time and enjoy the rush.” Pete smiles to me and Cabron as he knows those two will be back and word will spread more. Pete comes up to me.

They will be back and with some friends. Yo ABQ this is like gold what we have here. Can you imagine later in the night as we are selling them 50 and 100 gram bags. Serious cheddar feel me?”

With Cabron here I am also forced to sling and go about it the same way buy a little now and come back later for a lot more. I have to agree with Pete on one thing some serious cash to be made here and it will be.

Two Hours Later-

More cheddar is being made as those who bought small dozes have come back for larger ones. Cabron has left for a little while and frankly it allows me to just chill and watch Pete in action. He is actually enjoying himself. Watching out for the po-po but selling those 20 gram bags which seem to be the hot ticket item for the last hour or so. About 400 bucks a bag for one of those and people are buying it. Kind of funny that we are selling this for about 20 bucks a puff. Frito Lay would not be too pleased.

There is no better place in the states than to having an experiment to see if this would work than Sin City. All the tourists and setting up camp per say on the different catwalks to the hotels is really the perfect avenue for this. Three hot as hell girls stop by me. One is a hot and darker skinned latina, another is an Asian girl and the third a white girl with pink hair. Only one word is circling thru my head right now as thoughts are racing faster than a eurotrain. I got chocolate, but why did the white girl have to have pink hair! That screws up everything. Even though she seems to have like double d’s under her pink t-shirt. She is not a red head but in my reality right her right now pink has to motherfuckin do. Asian girl is cute but I see she has a nice ass. Yes, indeed after redoing the math this will indeed work for me. That one word is NEABOLITAN! Oh hell yeah.

The dark skinned latina girl comes up to me and she is fine as fuk. Looks about 22 but could be around 20 or 21. ABQ needs to be careful and make sure she is legal. She is at least five foot nine and her legs are smooth. My anaconda springs to life. I see that she glanced at it. I refer to a chick like this as “Life as good chick.” But you wanna know why mi homies and mi biatches?

Because a hot chick like her can write her own meal ticket. A chick who gets whatever she wants just cause of the way she looks, sounds and acts. Gets gawked at a lot in public and has men giving her anything she wants the minute they see her. There's usually a crowd of people complimenting her or surrounding her when she goes out or walks down the street. Can get any rank of men from the lowest to the highest most powerful.

A true hot chick will not have to worry about money cause she'll probably be taken care of by guys by age 23. As in given huge amounts. If money does happen to run out you know there's always someone else who's willing to step up. She is like a good carpenter as no wood is wasted.

“Whats your name I ask her.” Josephina.
“Nice.”
“I heard you got some good stuff.” She asks me. “How about we buy a little now and if it is as good as a girlfriend of mine says. We will be back later.”
“Oh you will be back and I will have you a discount.” I tell her.
“What type of discount.” She asks me.
“50 gram bag for all three of you for a few hours.”
“We will see.” She smiles though and buys the five gram bag from me.

Well my night is looking up as a potential Neabolitan is in play that is until until some new dumb Katy Perry song is playing.

“Yo Pete change the fuckin station.” He does after finishing another fruitful transaction with a few chicks. It is so funny when he makes a transaction and then tries to hit on them. The most common word is “creep.” Nothing worse than a girl calling a guy a creep. At the moment on some hip hop station Snoop Dog’s “Gin and Juice” is finishing up. Just then I hear a new song come up.

My whole outlook changes.

“Oh shit I yell at Pete. Some old school DMX. Turn it down a tad and plug in my microphone time for ABQ to start some singing. I start walking further ahead until the microphone cannot go any further and now it is showtime.

“Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here (Down on my knees looking at some hot girls coming this way)
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick (I point toward my crotch)
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,
it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a you know who tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts (Now standing up as there is a small crowd)
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here”

After a few minutes my rendition of old school DMX is over. After some loud clapping A few girls come over to me and give me their number. At least at this moment, a smile comes over me. A rush I have not felt in some time and the word content sounds soothing. I look at my watch as it is 9:01 PM.

Pete comes up to me and grabs the microphone. “I am sick of you getting all the women and action. It is my turn bitch!” With that he grabs a CD from his bag and put it in the boombox. After hearing the first few beats all I can do is shake my head and think this is not going to be good for ole Pete. Why? The song is “Goodbye Horses.”

It is over a minute into the song before we hear lyrics. As Pete takes off his shirt. To reveal white skin that has not seen sun in what looks like a decade. And with that Pete begins. HOOOO Hooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooooo.

GOODBYE HORSES
He told me, "I've seen it rise,
But, it always falls.
I've seen 'em come, I've seen 'em go."
He said, "All things pass into the night."
And I said, "Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong,
I must disagree, Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong,
Won't you listen to me?"
After a minute Pete is still singing and going up to three Asian girls.
“Wooooo-hooooooo-hoooooo-hoooooooooo.” He grabs his nipples “I fuck me.” He moves closer to one of the Asian girls who has glasses on “I fuck me. Woooooooo-hooooooo-wooooooooo-hoooooooooo.
Goodbye horses
I'm flying over you
Goodbye horses I'm flying, flying, flying over you!
Goodbye horses I'm flying over you
Goodbye horses
I'm flying, flying, flying over you!
“Would you fuck me? I fuck me? I absolutely would fuck me? Nice and hard and deep.” Pete says this as the music is still playing but the lyrics are over except for an occasional Wooooo-hoooooo.

And with that the song is over. The three Asian chicks were curious as a white guy singing this song. Much like a person curious to look at a bird on the ground they have not seen before. Of course he asked for their number. And of course this was their response.

“Get lost creep.”

I walk over to Pete who is a bit down. It is wrong laughing and smiling as his little foray at trying to sing and also get laid.
“Yo bitch! What are you trying to do that is from a horror movie and a transvestite singing it.”

“Yo ABQ I saw it also in “Clerks2.”

“That was funny but what you did was just creepy.” I am still laughing my ass off.

“Dude you have a lot to learn. You give me entertainment value sometimes when I most need it. But seriously did you know that it is originally sung by Q Lazzarus who is a woman and not a guy.

It's a woman singing about a man (sung in past tense), and what he's telling her is all very negative, to which she disagrees. It's pretty simplistic in it's verses. The 'Goodbye Horses' lyric is clearly a metaphor. There are no horses in the song. Basically, it's the mind we're talking about here. 'Goodbye Horses' is saying goodbye to the mind. So it could just be Death on the whole. I believe Garvey intended the song to be quite uplifting, however, he didn't have control over Q Lazzarus' voice. But as with any song, it's all down to interpretation (well, unless the singer says otherwise and screws that up) A lot of people say 'Goodbye Horses' is about drugs, namely, cocaine. But there isn't really any indication to that. On the flipside to the 'Goodbye Horses' vinyl, is a song called 'White Lines', which could easily be misconstrued as being about cocaine, but the lyric within the song goes 'White lines over the ocean'. But even if the song is a reference to cocaine, it does not mean that 'Goodbye Horses' is. But overall based on the interpretation it makes a perfect fit for the Buffalo Bill dance scene in “Silence of the Lambs.

Unfortunately Q Lazzarus only made a few songs and they are very hard to come by:- 'The Candle Goes Away', which featured in the 1986 movie 'Something Wild' staring Melanie Griffith, i believe (another Demme movie) . 'White Lines' which appeared on the flipside to the 'Goodbye Horses' vinyl. 'Heaven' (a cover of 'The Talking Heads') which appeared in the film 'Philadelphia' (yet another Demme movie), which you can see a clip of (on YouTube) under the title.. 'Soul Song In The End Of The Party', you even see Q herself, seemingly wearing the same jacket as on the Goodbye Horses cover sleeve, and wearing a hat. Unfortunately the song seems to be an in-movie song, and thus not a proper recording. Also, Q Lazzarus wrote and composed music, alongside Danny Z, for a movie named 'Twisted' by director Seth Michael Donsky released in 1996.”

“Whoah.” Was all Pete says.

“Keep on slingin I am going to take a piss.” I tell him.

“Sure make me do all the work again.” He says loudly as I head to the MGM grand and my room where Cabron most likely is.

The MGM Grand is the second largest hotel in the world by number of rooms and the largest hotel resort complex in the United States, ahead of The Venetian. When it opened in 1993, the MGM Grand was the largest hotel in the world.

Owned and operated by MGM Resorts International, the 30-floor main building is 293 ft (89 m) high. The property includes five outdoor pools, rivers, and waterfalls that cover 6.6 acres, a 380,000 sq ft a convention center, the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and the Grand Spa. It also houses numerous shops and night clubs, restaurants, the Grand Garden Arena and the largest casino in Clark County, which occupies 171,500 sq ft.

Because of this it takes a long fuckin time to get to my room. I really gotta take a mean ass piss. I look at my watch as it is 9:31PM. As I continue walking seeing some serious eye candy I then stop. About ten guys in a group walk my way. I am shocked as they walk my way. One of them notices me as he walks faster. He then grabs me and gives me a big ass hug.

“Rodrigo…wow how you doing ese? Hace mucho que no lo veía.” He tells me.

I look at him keeping my frustration to myself. Girls are screaming trying to get close to him but his entourage move them to the side.

“Hello Pitbull.”

Ten minutes later we are up in his suite which is of course a Penthouse suite. Who knows how much it costs per night. I look around a bit as glittering city views of the Strip in this stunning penthouse suite. It boasts a wet bar, separate dining area for at least four, oversized marble bar with bar-style seating, and spacious living room with full sofa and sleek furnishings. The suite is adorned with a variety of warm textures and fabrics, blending a combination of browns, ambers, blues and metallic neutral colors. Inside the private master suite, is a king-sized bed, plush robes and slippers, and a large bathroom with whirlpool tub, separate shower, makeup vanity and classic Carrera marble accents throughout. Welcome to the good life. Your dreams have come true. Well at least for Pitbull.

I sit down on the sofa across from the one whom I have made my enemy internally for a good two plus years. The one I snarl when his music is playing. I one I have grown to hate with each passing day.

“Really Rodrigo what happened to you? You had the good life in Miami and up and coming music star. You had the world just about on the tip of hands. Fame, creativity, a keen sense for writing lyrics, any hot latina you wanted, South Beach. And you gave it all up and just left one day. Why?”

Wish I knew.”

“Then you end up in Albuquerque. ¿Por qué nuevo México de todos los lugares? I heard about some of your arrests. Do you realize how hard it was for me to hear that. We were friends, we collaborated together and you left. You could not take it. You could not handle the potential fame so you bolted Miami and left and became a small time crook. It was a damn shame. Yes, I say this to you amigo it did hurt me but I had to move on.”

“You did not give me an ounce of credit for one of those songs that I helped write. I tried calling you but you never returned my calls.” I grunt as I say this.

“You betrayed me Rodrigo, you left me hanging. So I had to do what was best for Pitbull. You would of done the same exact thing in my shoes. So I moved forward with International Love. You could have been somebody as big as me in Miami as big as flo Rida maybe bigger. You had it and you fuckin blew it and why? You had one hit song, got in a car accident and then bolted. First time I have seen you in what two and a half years maybe longer.

I know you resent me and I cannot imagine how that must eat at you on a regular basis. But come back to Miami and lets write together again. Clean up whatever is going on in your life and start fresh. Grab a hold of what was meant to me for you.”

“Vete a la mierda.” Was all I can say.

“It will take time just think about it. I am not your enemy. You are your own enemy and until you see that no one can help you.” Pitbull I think is done with his lecture to me. “Cmon lets lighten the mood.”

“So how are you hastag “lets take this a step down.” Says Pitbull
“Good hastag it should have been me. Hashtag And you know it. I say back
I have lots of hot girlfriends in Miami. Hastag I got no blue balls. Hashtag Not once for Pitbull.
Hashtag “I am impressed…not. Hashtag “sang old school DMX today.” I say
“Hastag I am happy for you…not. Hashtag “I have two concerts tomorrow. Hastag Top that. Pitbull retorts.
Hashtag “ Things stuckup rich people say.” I retort.
Yeah but you want that to be you. “Hashtag “You are so jealous.”
Nope hastag “Afraid not. Hashtag “I am content.” I say
Hastag laughing my ass off. Hashtag Lying latino ass. Hashtag you want some tequila.” Pitbull says.
Hastag “How to win me over.” Hastag “You got the right idea.” I say in response.
Just then one of Pitbull’s body guards comes in and says this. Hashtag “Shut the fuck up.”

Half hour later I leave and promise Pitbull I would have some breakfast with him in the morning. We will see where that goes. Walking thru the huge MGM Grand on my way to do some more slingin. I feel a fierce tap on my right shoulder. I turn around in a hurry.

“Hell Rodrigo long time no see.”

“Fuck my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I say loudly looking at Michael Simmons, the retired US Marshall.

Episode Nine- The Night is still Young