I had a fight with a guy
in a bar.
He was drunk,
I was drunk.
He came at me with a knife.
The sharpness was against my dumb fat belly.
But I didn’t quit… perhaps that’s why I am still here talking about it.
I don’t know what I would have done if I wasn’t drunk at that moment.
We drink together now. Without any women…
Lot’s of booze, waves of music and two blunt carcasses in a ragged room.
You don’t meet blood with blood…
you meet them with your flexibility, with your fight against a greater worm.
Now we often talk about war…and everytime we end up laughing and with clenching fists…
We are more civilized fighters now…we are more like a murderer in tuxedo now.
And that’s all this world doesn’t need.
But that doesn’t mean it’s all bad.

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Photograph: Juan Leyva.