Monday, March 29, 2010
The story that I told the maestros about drinking with my ex and his new
wife while visiting Guadalajara. Two fellows in 1975, at the bar that I was visiting, got wasted and one shouted, " It's just that, you don't love me. You don't love me!" Then he pulled a gun and put it to his best friend's head and asked, "Why don't you love me anymore??" His friend put his hands out and up and assured him that they were still best friend's, always had been and always would be. Both swayed pretty wildly upon their stools. "I do love you, you know that I love you, amigo!",... Sign in
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