Hablamos
(We’ll talk)
Another time, another placeIt was all Javier’s fault, although after all was said and done, he shrugged and said I should just chalk it up to experience.
“Didn’t realize you were still a virgin,” he said, hoping that would justify his involvement in the whole thing. “I mean, when it came to THAT.”
Back in Spain one recent vodka-fuelled evening, he ran into an old university friend in a dim, dodgy bar staffed by pygmies from a lost sss tribe. He assumed they were pygmies, because none of them seemed to be taller than five feet, and he assumed they were from the sss, because they spoke unintelligible Spanish, at least to him. Whether they wore loincloths and carried spears, he didn’t elaborate. Anyway, this friend was with another friend, Bernat, who, it turned out
