Bob, a worn-out refugee from corporate America, is now hiding out in the Chihuahuan Desert. He worked his way through community college during and after a five-year stint in the U.S. Marine Corps before spending forty plus years slaving away (as I’m sure he will tell you) in executive positions at Intel, Digital and Unisys.…

Just as I had done weeks before I sprint to the door, struggle with the lock and finally yank the damn thing open only to find our favorite coyote, Carlos, grinning in the moonlight. “Hola Carlos.” “Hola Señor Bob.” “I’ve got some people I’d like you to meet Señor Bob. Only five this trip.” He…

“Your citizenship?” asks the gruff ICE agent at the huge Juarez/El Paso border crossing. “U.S.” I say. “And you sir?” he asks indicating Boner. “Marekani.” “Huh.” “That’s Swahili for the United States,” I add. “Huh.” “What are you bringing back from Mexico?” “Only memories, sir.” If he only knew. “Okay, have a nice day.” Don’t…

What the fuck just happened? Did she meet with me just so she could drag Boner off to her bed, it sure looks that way. I hope Boner’s gonna be okay. If he survived a night with 40 or so horny, large black women in the Watts projects he can surely handle one skinny drug…

We sleep in late on Sunday morning. I just assume that Boner could use the rest. Its 10 o’clock, maybe I should wake him, we’ve got a long way to go today. I knock on his door but there’s no answer. I knock again, no answer. Thoughts of Boner going home with Juicy Lucy like…

The week passes quickly. I spend a lot of time drinking in my amigo’s bar plotting the revolution with my buddy, the bartender. I’ve got to learn his name. Some day he’ll be a famous revolutionary and I won’t be able to take any credit for inspiring and coaching him unless I learn his name.…

The Hotel Caesar’s has been totally renovated to remove any trace of its old prohibition-era character and charm. It’s an okay place by Holiday Inn standards but it’s not the old Caesar’s that I remember. After about twenty minutes of staring at the far wall in my room I round up Boner and we’re out…

We hale a cab to the Blue Fox. I can still remember the famous Blue Fox from my good ole days in the Corps. It was the wildest or maybe it was the most successful and the most visible of the wildest, but whatever it was, it was a wild night club, strip joint and…

I’m reaching down into that bulging neck-line and just begin to caress those magnificent tits when someone shakes me. “Señor Bob, Señor Bob, Wake up. Wake up. It’s time to go home.” Where am I? I’m shivering; I’m cold, so cold. I sit up to see Chui squatting beside me. I’m nude and shivering on…

The girls all race to the dining room as if it’s a first-come, first-served affair and they’re afraid they’re not going to get a seat or their share of the meal. Hef walks arm-in-arm with Boner while Brenda, Chui and I follow the crowd. I don’t know where Jose and Bambi are, they must of…