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“Trunks,” the Leftover Kid

It was Sunday night, and we were lounging about after a boxload of pizza and oversized drinks. We were waiting for 10:30 to come since that would be the moment we could walk into the dark movie theater and check out the latest exploits of detective John McClane in “Live Free or Die Hard.” The [...]

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Deftones, Blank Ads and Cell Phone Cameras

Day 2 of my Carnival Diary still pending, I just wanted to come in here and rant a little; it’s a practice I’ve somehow put aside as of late and I’m slowly trying to get back into the groove. Without further adieu then, I want to talk to you about 3 things that marked this [...]

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Panamanians and “Hooters”

Note: On Sunday I woke up and stood up. Standing in the middle of the bedroom I looked to my right and the dog was sitting, looking up at me… next to him, a large dark stain on the carpet. The stain smelled like piss. As I registered the occurrence, I sneezed and I felt [...]

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Requiem for When it Began

This story begins in the second grade; a shy young kid that went by the name of “Robert” was dropped off at school by his mom and when he stepped into his classroom the teacher was addressing the class, talking about the new kid that just came in… she asked us to be nice and [...]

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Zombie Walk Panama 2006 – A Recap

There was a point in the evening where we were at an intersection and I broke out of character to take a quick break from walking like an undead retard when I looked to my right to see a 3 – 4 cop barricade, completely stunned, their jaws to the floor as they saw the [...]

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Men in Panama – Now With Proof!

I told you I’d be back. I went out last night to meet this guy, his girlfriend, a bunch of their friends (cool cats, all of them) and of course this lovely girl and we where joined by this guy with a friend later on and I got back home at 3AM so excuse me [...]

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Tourists and Panama City

I find it amazing how shitty we can treat each other as fellow Panamanians but when a tourist comes around some natives might as well kiss their feet as they stroll down the street dressed up as if they were going on an Amazonian expedition. This makes them easier to spot, and many a time [...]

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“Snakes on a Plane”

I got tanked and saw one of the most awesome movie experiences I’ve had all year. I went with Smoth and 2SXC to Extreme Planet (notorious for its recurring audience’s bad behavior during shows) in order to catch the flick because in order for me to maximize my experience I had to do 2 things: [...]

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The Rock

Some things just fall in like clockwork: I was over at CHUD and they ran a piece talking about The Rock… y’know. “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?!” Holy chinchilla if that isn’t awesome! The dude’s one of my favorite wrestlers of all time (I do watch wrestling from time to time. Fuck [...]

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Panamanians and Time

We Panamanians (and I include myself in this one because I’m just as guilty as the next guy regarding the subject) have a rather askew sense of time when it comes to anything from appointments, opening time, closing hours, overtime, what’s a half hour, what’s 5 minutes, yadda yadda yadda and a bottle of rum. [...]

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Post-Birthday Recap

So, it’s Monday now and my stomach still feels like it was punched as an end result of what I had to drink on Friday. Friday, by the way? Absolutely awesome: after a rather hilarious farting incident at Tony Roma’s, 2SXC came along with me to down some wine over at a rather fetching wine [...]

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Panama and MySpace

I’m not as big of a consumer whore as I probably would be if I didn’t have some self control. I’m still a whore, though: as a result, one of my many ponderings when I went on a mini spiritual retreat to Chitré was to open up a MySpace page. Why, you ask? A simple [...]

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Memoirs: Crazy Foreigners

I met the craziest greek guy last night. I dropped 2SXC off at her apartment where her and the rest of the Canadians were packing to go to different parts of the country and abroad. Brother-in-Arms “Key-K” was there and upon quickly realizing that our roles in this packing debacle were nothing more than taking [...]

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Memoirs: Teeny Boppers, Old Geezers

Camped out at Santa Clara last weekend, and it was great. It had been a while since I met up with the beach and even though she was angry at first, she got over it and was ultimately happy to see me. Sunday was great, there was great sun when it counted and the crowd [...]

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