May 2019
I like a good party, love those where everyone is in the business, mostly retirees now in "private security." Yeah right.
There is always a lot to discuss, hopefully, without rancor or discord as everyone gets lit, and there are tales of tails in Lagos, Istanbul and Bratislava.
Meet lovely Katia from Yugoslavia which doesn’t exist anymore
Just like our love affair when we worked on opposite sides but shared the same bed.
If it hadn’t been for Tito, she’d probably still be titillating me
I feel a chill, when I turn to see who enters the room,
The swarthy entrant likewise stiffens as we both reach for the weapon we aren’t carrying.
It’s Elmer, at least that's how I knew him, the gun-running second in command under Noriega, whom I had orders to **** and he had orders to do the same and we both tried our best to do so in those dark days before the pock-marked General got blasted out with help from Hendrix and The Doors --- but that's another story
"Hi Elmer," I grimace a hello.
He responds, "Buenos noches, Jose," and sits down next to me!
It’s been ten years since he'd last tried to ****** me at that shoot-out in the warehouse where he had to abandon the coke, $100 Million worth.
Thank God, it isn't like old times, or I would be dead.
Sitting there I have never felt more alive, adrenalin on high
Thank God, I don’t want to slay him anymore
Try making small talk with an ex-nemesis like him
You don't ask about the kids, where he lives, and where he stashed his loot.
We nod politely and discuss the mundane
He tells me he never like assassinations, and always thought I was a good guy, that I was lucky he wasn't much of a shot.
Jeez, this is a weird business
It was time for further socializing so we both move on
I keep my back to the wall for the rest of the party
And Katia by my side
Say, darling, what do you say we split this joint for a secret, special rendezvous?
There is always a lot to discuss, hopefully, without rancor or discord as everyone gets lit, and there are tales of tails in Lagos, Istanbul and Bratislava.
Meet lovely Katia from Yugoslavia which doesn’t exist anymore
Just like our love affair when we worked on opposite sides but shared the same bed.
If it hadn’t been for Tito, she’d probably still be titillating me
I feel a chill, when I turn to see who enters the room,
The swarthy entrant likewise stiffens as we both reach for the weapon we aren’t carrying.
It’s Elmer, at least that's how I knew him, the gun-running second in command under Noriega, whom I had orders to **** and he had orders to do the same and we both tried our best to do so in those dark days before the pock-marked General got blasted out with help from Hendrix and The Doors --- but that's another story
"Hi Elmer," I grimace a hello.
He responds, "Buenos noches, Jose," and sits down next to me!
It’s been ten years since he'd last tried to ****** me at that shoot-out in the warehouse where he had to abandon the coke, $100 Million worth.
Thank God, it isn't like old times, or I would be dead.
Sitting there I have never felt more alive, adrenalin on high
Thank God, I don’t want to slay him anymore
Try making small talk with an ex-nemesis like him
You don't ask about the kids, where he lives, and where he stashed his loot.
We nod politely and discuss the mundane
He tells me he never like assassinations, and always thought I was a good guy, that I was lucky he wasn't much of a shot.
Jeez, this is a weird business
It was time for further socializing so we both move on
I keep my back to the wall for the rest of the party
And Katia by my side
Say, darling, what do you say we split this joint for a secret, special rendezvous?
