May 6th, 2006
Cinco de Mayo
The big bottle of Budweiser, supine on the scoreboard, sweating and shedding chunks of pristine ice. My brother, also supine, reclining in the dimly-lit depths of a subterranean Turkish bath, his face covered in a towel, while a be-turbaned, scrawny youth flogged his pinking flesh with a bundle of olive leaves, sporadically soaking him [...]
