It’ll Become My Talisman

I am still wondering why he gave me the out of proportion performance yesterday and what the meaning of his unduly performance was while ascending on stairs. “At any rate, Jorgito is an unfathomable and metagrobolized man,” I nod to myself as if it were his definition.

Jorgito is ensconcing in the sofa comfortably and says, “I love the atmosphere of the apartment very much. You’ll miss the apartment, amigo.”

I nod wistfully and go to the kitchen. I take the bottles of water from the refrigerator and give one of them to him.

“Thanks, amigo. By the way, today is your very last day in Mexico, so what are you going to do?”

I sit on the sofa and reply serenely, “I have to go to Mexico City Airport by 5:00 a.m. tomorrow morning due to my early flight schedule, so Gerardo and I will just go to Chili’s and enjoy delicious food. Are you coming with us?”

“I really want to go with you, amigo, but I can’t because of my business. I have to go to Toluca to check the houses and stay in Queretaro tonight. Besides, I got stupid UC attach yesterday. For that reason, I can’t eat much food,” he nods apologetically, pressing his lips.

“That’s why you didn’t eat anything yesterday at your aunt’s house and asked me pills? But why? I thought your stomach was getting better. How many times did you get bowel movement yesterday?”

“Six times, amigo. I went to a fucking bathroom six times and had fucking diarrhea. Anyway, my stomach is getting fine right now because of the magical pill. I took Salofalk suppository last night. I’m no longer ass virgin, you know, ha-ha-ha….”

I am a bit worried about my stomach, too, so I inquire, “Do you think I should buy Pentasa suppository and bring it to Japan, since I can’t buy it there. I don’t take it anymore, but if my illness gets worse, it’ll become my talisman.”

“Who knows? Shogo, you must have your talisman, because you’re about to set your feet on the purgatory again. You’ll need to be bulwarked, so to speak. I hope to Christ that you’ll stay there as short as possible.”

A Passionate Farewell Speech

It is the Twenty-Fourth of May and my last day in Mexico. I am ambling around the streets of Condesa with my hand in my pockets and looking at every corner of street and passers-by, with gratitude of tears in my eyes, as if I were just snatching a passionate farewell speech to Mexico. The brazing sun is grazing at me, as if Mexico knew my imminent departure and wanted to fortify me. Not at all, a sweet-tempered breeze is lightly caressing my cheeks and carrying the music of soughing trees to my ears, as though Mexico decided to lift up the voice to give me a farewell march. “Dear me, I’ll miss Mexico badly!” I think to myself nostalgically.

Returning to the apartment in a sentimental mood, my eyes happen to espy Jorgito, who is in front of the apartment walking to and fro impatiently. In fact, I am quite surprised to see him, since we said good-bye to each other yesterday. Hence, I ask with a curious look, “What a good surprise, amigo? What are you doing here?”

He gives me a huge grin and snaps, “Idiot, I was waiting for you!”

“But you told me that you would be busy today, and yesterday was the last time you could see me, so…,” I respond perplexedly.

He is looking at the cloudless sky pensively for a while and then starts explaining, “I really thought yesterday was my last chance to see you, amigo. That’s why I gave you the melodramatic speech and sang Seis pies abajo for you in front of my relatives, winding up with a mournful yell, ha-ha-ha…. But I thought I have a little time to spend before going to Toluca, and that you might be at the apartment to be packing. Furthermore, I really need to talk to you the very last time alone. Let’s go up stairs, I have a little time left,” he is patting on my back amicably, smiling.