He must have chuckled when he heard my promise. puerto escondido was being sandwiched by Manuel and Ingrid. heavy rains had made it near impossible to venture out anywhere. the injury to my foot made all matters laughable.
I told the kid that i would pay ALL my rent up front if he would give me my fair asking price. his knees wobbled. he pretended he was uneasy. he told me that he normally would have to check with his wife. how cute! he was using all MY moves.
He agreed to 5000 pesos per month, which is $400 to you and me. so I needed 25,000 pesos and the ATM only gives out 6000 per day. so each day, for 4.17 consecutive days, i found a way to get to Central in order to keep my promise.
I think he was surprised at my due diligence. truth is, i didn’t have to keep my promise. nobody keeps their promise around here. i just figured i would perform the unthinkable, hoping that it would lend itself out to a groovy brotherhood.
He handed me the four keys it takes to fruitfully live at his three room hotelito. two keys for the front door, one key for the gate to the stairs, and one key for the gate to the compound. the over/under bet on keys lost by March opened at 11.
I asked his age. he told me he is 37. i asked him his birthday. he said June 23rd. no way..that was my grandmas birthday i told him. and it’s mine too I said with a wink. he is 6/23/76, and i am 6/23/67. numbers can mean everything.
He offered up his truck to help with my move. i passed on that kind gesture for the time being. i told him that my game plan was to perform solo on a dozen or so stealth missions using just my backpack and my bicycle. he understood perfectly.