Lesson.

iwayoses don't dance
unless they in the throno
found at a tambor

Of course you know that I am in trouble yet again. This time I was minding my own business talking to the Iyawo and the new Iyawo, Esther, the wonderful woman who cooked at my Iyawo's santo.

Knowing not to get into the throno from the last santo that I was present for, don't you think I was avoiding it at all costs? Clearly Madrina had other thoughts when she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the center of the room to tell me to stay away. She said that I did not belong anywhere near the trees. Dejected and alone I slunk off into a corner to write.

As the Iyawo doesn't have his three months, he can't do much but dance under the throno. While everyone is out ki-ki-ing, I am to find something to do with myself. He can't leave the throno and I can't go near the throno.

Tambores of yore are but a thing of the past. I should learn to dance on my own, but I am very self concious about dancing and such things. I have just started learning songs. It just seems that my function at the tambor is to merely be a pariguayo, watching it all from the side while feverishly blogging on my t-Mobile sidekick.

Padrino is convinced that I am trying to find out all of the secrets by reading books that I am not supposed to and that my dedication is lacking. While I do admit, I do not have the drive that my god brother Andre has, that does not mean that I am not trying to do my best to learn what I can -- the correct way. My problem is, and always has been my curiosity. I am never completely satisfied until I take it apart and rebuild it -- I want to know how and why it works the way it does.

Andre is from Brasil and he's been planning his santo since his emergence from the womb. Me, I found this on my own as I was exploring Cuba, and it finally blossomed into something bigger than it ever was before.

Madrina is getting touched right now, and I can't see the Iyawo because I have been taken from near the throno. So here's my prediciment, if we're all here and no one is with the Iyawo, am I to feel guilty should something happen to him? Of course I will, but people will tell me that it isn't my fault and blah blah blah.

I love Esther to death, which is the only reason that I am here, but Padrino was right about tambores, and I don't think
I'll be at another tambor for some time. 

Come and knock on our door... We've been waiting for you... Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, Three's company too.

Disbelief.

and he said to me
she wants us out of this place
and i said no way

Andrelaso and Montez are leaving the Calle. Calle cinquena y seis, home to the parents of Chulo the Great, is losing its brightest beacon of homosexuality. The latest victims of Ms. Peña, they were told that their lease was not going to be renewed because of family issues relating to the health of her aging father.

In disbelief, I told Andrelaso that he could find a wonderful place in the Bronx. He told me that he would never live in the Bronx. I mentioned that it had roomy spaces at reasonable prices. He told me the only reason I moved to the Bronx was for uncut penis and botanicas. To which I replied, I found a new botanica down the street.

He said that they were going to look for a place together, but if all else failed, his love interest Rican Mangu would let him stay with him until he found a place of his own. I told him that was nice. Keep in mind that Rican Mangu lives but a stop away from me on the D train.

Yes folks, in the Bronx.

Needless to say I was slightly irritated that he would end up in the Bronx as a last resort, but I went to the Bronx on my own. I must admit that aside from the strange issues I have with the heat and the random mouse, my apartment is pretty fucking nice. Oh, and did I mention that the rent was only $1130?

It's whatever whatever tho. I have noticed the only changes in my life and I don't know what is the root cause of any of it. I sit here today, unemployed and on vacation and the only thing on my mind is the day after tomorrow when I am completely happy and not worrying about any of the bullshit in my life that once preoccupied a great slice of time from my day.

In the meantime, I think I'll find some uncut penis to play with or a botanica that sells fresh herbs.

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