Wild Boy Inside My Skin

I went to Guadalajara. The bus ride was four
hours long. At one point we went over a bridge
that was like one thousand feet high and only
had a railing like the one we have on that tiny
bridge on highway twelve. I almost shit my pants.
I witnessed cars float by on Venice style canals
that had moments before been functional streets.
The bus driver kept making this weird noise like
a lazer gun, I wanted to send his ass to space.
I drank a half a bottle of tequila. I went to a
reggae bar and missed my friends. I danced in a
conga line and then drank the other half of the
bottle of tequila. I played video games by myself
in a mexican style Chuckie Cheese's. I ate a lot
of food! I smoked a bammer joint and then took
pictures of myself in a bath tub thats color
matched my shirt. I solved one of those little slide
the tiles around puzzle's at an open air market so damn
fast that they thought I was a genius, or at least
autistic.I saw a little girl get layed the fuck out by
a giant globe,and then she laughed, tough cookie. I watched teen aged boys
double-dutch jump rope, and I laughed. I witnessed about five
hundred people riding bikes and gliding along in fruit boots.
I still don't know what the occasion was. I saw a restaurant
called Chong Wah and it made me laugh again. I played Rummy
in a Cantina for five hours and kicked some ass (well, not really,
I'm still losing, but I am losing with style). I went to a concert
that I some how was on the list for, I am a lucky guy like that. They
were called Explosions in the Sky, and I guess in the right crowd they
are incredibly famous. They sounded as if a tarantula of love was flown
in on the wings of the angel of death and stopped on the way to ask
directions from Beethoven and Bach's ghosts who were fighting over
a bar tab, then flew on to the house of my future ex-wife and asked
her what she was waiting for. They made we want to cry, but I couldn't.
I liked them a lot. I got back on a bus and was home by five in the morning
last night. Now I am in my teacher clothes, and if I hadn't of written this
nobody would ever know there is a wild boy living underneath this skin of
mine.
But there is.