So today I asked my mom "why does my grandma still live with her current boyfriend?" they have little left in common, and they hardly ever speak to each other, seriously they talk only like once a week and it's either about rent or laundry. So my mom told me what was probably one of the most bad-ass stories I've ever heard, and my grandma is one of the most bad ass people I've ever met.
Here's my rendition of the story which I will simply call "The Bar in Tijuana."
It was a dark starlit midnight just outside of Tijuana, in 1958. A lonely bar with no name lies just outside of the city streets on the edge of the desert; in this bar there sits a 16 year old rebel girl, cigarette in one hand drink in the other. She is not alone, down the bar her boyfriend Billy is having a fun conversation in Spanish with an overweight Colombian man , she did not understand a word of what they were saying but they were both laughing their asses off. So she sat there alone the only company the whiskey she's sippin' on, when suddenly the bars old-timey saloon style doors swing open with a cool breeze from the desert night whifting through the bar. A man in a white suit walks in, with a metal briefcase hand-cuffed in one hand. He is a tall Japanese man, young, not that much older than the girl. The man approached the bar sat next to the girl, put the briefcase on top of the bar, and uncuffed it from his hand. After that he took off his jacket, but not before pulling a silver-plated .44 magnum out of his jacket and setting it on top of the briefcase. The bartender asks "¿Cuál es tu veneno?" to which the man simply responds "cerveza." The man looks over at the girl sitting next to him, he couldn't help but let a smile creep over his face. He got his beer and rolled up the sleeves to his undershirt, revealing to the girl tattoos of the Hells Angels. Brother let me tell you to be a minority and be in the Hells Angels in that day, well lets just say the only way you could get in was to 'proove yourself' and by that I mean kill someone. The man took a sip of his beer looked at the girl and said "you must be Billy's girlfriend." She responded "I am, and you must be the man responsible for why we drove eight hours out to get here." The man laughed and took another sip, "not me darlin', the fat guy he's chattin' up a storm with." The girl leaned in closer and asked "listen I don't who he is, why they seem to be friends, or what's in that briefcase, but I'm guessing there all connected?" The man's smile never broke. "You catch on quick. We're all gathered at this particular bar for one reason, Cocaine." She became dumbfounded. "Cocaine? You all came here to make a Coke deal?" He responded "normally we would meet at someones house but we all needed a drink, badly." The girl was suddenly overcame with extreme curiosity. "How big?" she asked "Excuse me" the man responded, she stared at him blatantly before he caught on "Oh, how much for the coke." He put his finger on the briefcase, "50,000 dollars." The girls eyes had never been wider before than on that night. She giggled to which the man responded with a laugh, and from her another laugh. Then they stopped and smiled at each other "my name is Wayne," the man said "Glenda, nice to meet you," the girl told him. "Wayne!" Billy cried from the other end of the bar "Ya made it!" They both stood up and hugged each other. Billy looked at the briefcase "that it?" the man responded "yes sir." Billy smiled "good, let's head to the back get this all squared away. Glenda wait here well be done in a moment." The girl nodded. And just before the man entered the back room she got one more smile from him. Less than ten minutes later the deal was done, one of the first significant coke deals in U.S.-Mexican-Colombian history was just completed. Billy and the girl left the bar through the front, but the man left with the Colombian out the back. The girl would never forget his man or his smile, and would later find her again in a time of her desperation.
Anyways that's the jist of the story, At least how it played out in my head when I heard it. I hope you enjoy.
15 Dec 2013, 4:51 pm
