As I was relaxing at the Starbucks and looking at frolicsome people passing-by serenely, a scornful face was bobbing up in the crowd. It was Ramon. As soon as his eyes located on me, he marched forward me cholerically and growled, “Fucking Jamaican cunt rejected to perform her final duty. I didn’t get a happy ending!”

He lapsed into reverie for a while and went on, “But, bitch, believe me, she is fucking hot. In fact, she is some miraculous blend of European beauty with Latin beauty, a diamond that rarely occurs in the world. Such a cunt is out of a million, you know, ha-ha-ha…. By the way, let’s go to Om, bitch, my friends are waiting for us.”

Patricia called Ramon numerous times while we were rejoicing in the night life at Om. But he refused to pick up his mobile phone. He just wanted to enjoy the moment to the maximum without any distractions. This was the typical of his behavior. He knew beforehand that if he told her that he was in a bar, she would be angry, protest against his demeanor, and request him to come back to the apartment forthwith. He did not want his self-indulgence to be spoiled by her remonstration; he preferred to face the music after the merriment was over.

He was patting my back, smiling, “You don’t need to thank me, bitch. It’s my duty as a best friend to take care of you till you’re recognized. Don’t worry about anything. If you can’t have a success as a writer, you can be a porn star anytime, ha-ha-ha…. All joking aside, I know you’re a brave human being, and your courage will keep you on flying higher and higher on this life – I have no doubt for it. By the way, let me reveal you how I know of this editor cunt. Once upon a time in Puerto Vallarta with a sound of gentle wave, I fucked her, ha-ha-ha…. Please don’t tell Patricia about it; just tell her that she is my friend, ha-ha-ha….”

I was bursting out laughing and remarked, “I know you, my friend. You’re just incredible.”

He guffawed gleefully and carried on enthusiastically, “Bitch, I’m thinking that I’ll drop you off at Starbucks on Fifth Avenue, and you should wait for me there, because I have an appointment with a massage therapist. I don’t know why, but I got acute pain on my right shoulder. It’s hard for me to lift my right shoulder right now. I don’t remember how it happened. I’ve been suffering from the pain for a month now. I really think a stress is the cause of pain. Every time I get frustrated, the pain will increase. I’ve gotten too much stress these days, you know…. Anyway, my session will take about two hours, so it’ll be a good idea for you to stroll around Fifth Avenue to watch beautiful cunts passing-by and wait for me at Starbucks.”

“Sounds good to me,” I nodded affirmatively. “I hope your pain will be gone soon.”

“Thanks, bitch. I hope so, too. Over and above, please don’t tell Patricia about a massage session, since she despises it.”

“How come?” I was muddled.

He started divulging with guffaw, “Shogo, you can’t imagine how hot my therapist is. Oh, man, she is fucking hot and sexy. She is from Jamaica. Just looking at her makes my mouth water, so to speak. The point is that Patricia knows she is gorgeous; that’s why she doesn’t approve me for going to the massage. However, I really need to alleviate the fucking pain, you know. Besides, Jamaican cunt is goddamn professional. From the beginning, she’s warned me that I shouldn’t ask her dirty questions, because many patients misunderstand her and ask her dirty stuffs. She simply can’t allow such patients to visit her office. At any rate, this will be my last session, so I’m planning to ask her if she can do a huge favor for me, a happy ending, ha-ha-ha….”

When I arrived at Cancun Airport, Ramon was waiting for me with sanguine expectations. As soon as he saw me emerging form the gate, he bolted toward me, gave a big hug, and hailed with a delightful grin, “Nice to see you again, man. We should go straight to Fifth Avenue for celebrating on our reunion. A bunch of beautiful cunts are waiting for you there, as I’ve promised. Give me your suitcase. Let me carry it for you, let’s go, biatch!”

While we were driving to Fifth Avenue, he was chattering away with animation: “Hey bitch, first of all, let me congratulate on your first book. I’m really proud of you! I can’t wait for reading your manuscript. Thank you so much! Shogo, don’t worry anything about the future. You’ll find a publisher very soon, because you’ve written the book from your true feelings. It’s just a matter of time, for everyone will recognize your talent as soon as they lay their eyes on your book, for sure. And of course, it’s my duty as your pimp master to take care of your book for being available at all sex shops and bookshops here in Mexico, ha-ha-ha…. Anyway, I have good news for you. To tell the truth, I’ve already started working on it. I know a cunt who is working for a Mexican publisher as an editor. I’ve already contacted her. She told me that it’s crucial for you to register your work as soon as possible in order to protect it. And then we should send the first chapter of your book to her. She’ll read it and think what she can do for you.”

“Thanks, Ramon. I knew I can count on you always.”

Every time I see Ramon Garcia, some dramas will surely happen. It does not matter where he is being in; a drama is always waiting for him, with a deadly ambush, as if he could not live without it. It is impossible for anyone to spend a day with him without a drama. As soon as you are with him, a drama will inevitably happen within twenty-four hours as sure of as God’s sunrise. Every his single action is the preparation for a future drama without his knowing it. It does not matter whether he is sleeping; it does not matter whether he is eating tacos; it does not matter whether he is driving a car; it does not matter whether he is brushing his teeth; it does not matter whether he is taking a shower; it does not matter whether he is evacuating; it does not matter whether he is fornicating; and so on and so forth. The simple truth is that every his single action produces his impending dramas: cause and effect. There are no earthly explanations, for some people are just born in this way. Whether Ramon Garcia likes a drama or not, that does not matter to the world, since it is simply ineluctable for his survival. He just cannot escape from dramas. Even if he is in Alaska, universe will find him and fetch a new dram for him, as though universe said, “Human beings can survive without water for a week, but Ramon Garcia cannot survive without a drama; he can be perished into the thin air within forty-eight hours.” Being devoid of a dram is inconceivable for his existence. Now you can imagine how many dramas I have destined to witness for my sojourn in Playa Del Carmen. With that in mind, I shall continue the story….