This blog by Lucas: Tequila, scorpion honey, harsh dew of the doglands, essence of Aztec, crema de cacti; tequila, oily and thermal like the sun in solution; tequila, liquid geometry of passion; Tequila, the buzzard god who copulates in midair with the ascending souls of dying virgins; tequila, firebug in the house of good tatse; O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate! Ok, so Tom Robbins wrote that in Still Life with Woodpecker, but Tom and Carolyn Hrushka-Crane lived it in the form of enormous Margarita's at Elvira's Restaurant on our last night (their first) in Zihuatenejo. Only a few hours later, Jac is awakened by the evil gods of food poisoning, while the first light of morning inspires Tom to sing Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler" in
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