Vacation memories
Is this my blog?
I seem to be known here.
But why?
Must think.
Do I write?
I have no ideas.
What stories could I tell?
My mind.
It’s gone.
Empty.
What has happened to me?
Who is Bud?
Why is my house such a wreck?
Why can’t I remember?
Who is Sergeant Gonzales?
Why has he left 20 phone messages?
My toothbrush smells of rum.
There's a plantain in my pocket.
Or am I happy to see someone?
What the hell does that mean?
So many mysteries.
Must sleep.
Mañana.
10:05:36 PM 
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