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a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs)
slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash
(american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time.
I asked a mexican who
ran a bar for americans "who won"
I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt
like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us.
why can't you buy
a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets?
why did I spend the fourth
in someone else's country?
