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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 101 of 307 and bring your spears to kill me. Aphrotite, your little cherub son shall not dart me into that particular brand of suicide. Calmate, Nefilito. Creo que necesitas un trago de mescal. Usted es demasiado agitado. iPor que no puedes vivir en este momento? "Buddha, why do you think mescal is the s'olution for everything?" El alcohol es una metafora. Alcohol is a metaphor. Wow. Sometimes I didn't know what the hell was going on with this tenant attached to my cerebellum. I was almost one hundred percent certain it was just me, somehow longing to speak Spanish so much that I forced myself to listen to it sometimes. Other times I heard Buddha saying things he had never said to me during our many chats. You see, there really is a Buddha. I figured all of the sentences that popped up in my mind were little playbacks of things he had actually said to me. He pretty much lived outside a cantina in Oaxaca under yesterday's newspapers. I never saw him anywhere else except for inside the cantina sometimes. If I was lucky, I caught him awake at the beginning of his day, which was almost always after two. My companion would wait outside, thinking I was proselyting, when in reality I was just talking to Buddha. He never actually told me his name. Everyone else just called him Borracho. That means |