The last three weeks have been a blur, my fine amigos. Not through any drunken “lost weekend” type of thing or anything cool like that, just because since I got back from that depraved country south of the border, I’ve been inundated with crap to do. Gigs, guest spots, doing a job for Siegfried & Roy (please, don’t ask, you’ll have nightmares) and basically trying to recover from the debauched time in Mexico.
That fuckin’ country is full of depravity. I mean for a land full of statues of the little Baby Jesus and the Virgin Mary and people with the word “Concepcion” in their name, it’s certainly full of immoral psychos with debauchery on their minds. Not that I’m complaining, I’m not averse to a little deviant behavior myself when the occasion arises. The “occasion” usually is in my pants. Hah hah. It’s just that the time there can be summed up in a few words: sex, tequila, music, refried beans, vomit, donkeys, fondling. Let your imagination have at it.
Anyway, more on Mexico in other entries, this one is just to say I’m busy, I’m horny and I’m diddling a new lady. Stay tuned. I’m now going to rearrange my pants.