kwardness as he and Shrike went off in different directions. He felt, somehow, that he should give her a goodbye kiss or something, but simultaneously wondered if he was supposed to acknowledge anything between them at all. In the end, they both went their own way.
They walked three abreast through the strange town, Spyder near the street and Lulu near the buildings. Count Non walked between them. "The first time I ever went to Tijuana on my own, I got lost," said Spyder. "Ended up in this shantytown somewhere up in the hills. This place went on and on. Plus, it was one of those days where you dont wake up hungover, you wake up still drunk. So, Im wandering around, trying to figure out a way back to town, and this kid, a student, starts chatting me up. He wants to practice his English. Only whenever I ask him how to get back downtown, he suddenly cant understand me. I tell him to fuck off and keep walking. But these Tijuana shantytowns are like a goddam anthill. Houses made of broken cinder blocks, cardboard and big cans of vegetable oil pounded flat.
"Fast forward a few hours and Im somewhere, but nowhere Ive ever seen before. And now the sun is going down. Out of nowhere comes the kid who wanted English lessons. At first I think that Ive just walked in a big circle. Then, I realize that the little fuckers probably been shadowing me all day. My eyes are red and my heads full of broken glass and dust bunnies. I was wearing a brand new shiny pair of two hundred dollar New Rock boots. I had to trade em to the kid to get out of there, and walked back to my hotel barefoot. "
Spyder couldnt quite figure out a pattern to the city. A street would be laid out like an ordinary one in any town, but then a building would be gone and in its
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