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17. April 2008 by admin.
Hey Bobby-We’re down here in a little town on the Texas-Mexico border… you know I’m not used to high-toned living but man this is rough. We’re holed up in a crappy little motel and have been for what feels like eight months; half the time the shower doesn’t work, the toilets don’t flush and I swear to God, Bobby, there are cockroaches here that are bigger than the Impala.I kinda have to hand it to Dean though; if comes to surviving, he’s a champ. He made some sort of concoction out of Alka Seltzer and tequila that saved my life after a bout with some bad goat-meat tacos… goat meat, Bobby! I ordered it, I had no idea what it was..hello, Kansas, anyone?! But Dean knew and let me eat it… about four hours later he was telling me, through the bathrom door, how this was “a life experience they don’t teach you at Standford.”
Anyway, we can’t really pinpoint this whole attack being of tlahuelpuchi origin. (Tlahuelpuchi, might I add, is the noise one makes a few hours after eating slightly spoiled goat-meat tacos.) We’ve been through the usual rituals of trying to repel the creature by leaving metal and garlic underneath the crib of the baby being targeted but nothing yet. I spoke with a guy who works border patrol, who originally contacted us, and he’s directed us across the border to a village shaman. We’re off to Cuidad de la Sangre tomorrow morning.
And I swear, Bobby, if Dean wakes me up one more time by jumping on my bed and shouting “Fiesta!” I will lock him in the trunk of the Impala and drive it off a cliff.
Later.
-S.W.
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3. April 2008 by admin.
Hey Bobby-
Kicking back here in Cowtown still, waiting for Dean to show up (eventually) so we can head down south to Laredo in the morning. A local border patrol guard says they’ve picked up a good dozen illegals who’ve reported something called a “tlahuelpuchi“. According to a little research I’ve done, they’re vampiric shapeshifters who prey mostly on infants. Sounds pretty interesting.
Oh, man, you’d have died laughing the other night… this girl Dean has been seeing… not only has she turned him every which way but loose, get this: she’s a witch! Ha! And Dean’s lame excuse is ”well, you know, it’s research…” but after a couple of beers, he’s all about reporting the “tantric experience.” Seriously, dude, is he channeling Yanni now? I thought you’d get a kick out of that; you know how Dean leads the “I hate witches” parade wherever we go. It just seems fitting (in a karmic way) that he gets it handed back to him on a silver platter, and then he begs for more.
Oh hey, Cosmic Lover is just pulling up in the parking lot. I swear to god if we have to eat at Hooter’s again, I’m going to puke. Please, Bobby.. please tell me I’m adopted!
Later-
SW
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