01 May Beso; Amor; Taza; Take; Bike; Sexo; Like–I scribble on the digital.napkin at the cafe by the beach–time; side; otro; lado; kiss.
“What you doing, boss?”, Bilta exclaims as he enters the cafe, “you look busy, yo.”
“Yeah–I’m trying this blogging idea like you were talking about, Bilta.”
“We all give in, eventually.”
“Shut the fuck up”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “I’m starting by writing all the four letter words that I can think of to describe me–or, what I want to talk about. You want to see my digital.list?”
“Like”, he replies as he shrugs and puts his hand in the air, “not particularly–but, that sounds great, I guess.”
“So anyways”, I continue speaking as I slide the napkin across the table to him, “what do these look like? They good?”
“Um…”, I reply as I pull the napkin back, “excuse me, Bilta?”
“There’s a fucking chicken in the cafe”, he replies as he points to the small bird.
The chicken scurries under our table; I bend over and look under it.
“Bilta”, I continue speaking as I put my arms out to the side, “don’t make any sudden movements–I’m going to scare it and I want you to grab it when it goes your way.”
“Can I just pretend that I am helping and not do anything?”
“We have no time for shenanigans, Bilta”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “put your arms out to pretend that you are bigger then you really are–move that chair over there closer to block the exit. I am going to yell and then you grab it.”
“Your plan sounds like shit, boss.”
“They normally do”, I reply as I take a breath.
The chicken doesn’t move.
“I don’t know, Bilta”, I continue speaking as I awkwardly look at the small rooster hiding in the corner under our table, “he looks kinda happy–maybe, it’s ok?”
“A loose cock is never ok”, Bilta replies as he sighs.
“I’m not sure what you just said?”, I reply as I shrug, “but, maybe, we should just leave it alone–like, not do anything?”
“I don’t care, boss.”
“Why don’t you care, Bilta?”
“Like”, he replies as he shrugs, “who cares, yo?”
“Not my problem”, Bilta replies as he shrugs and reaches over for my napkin.
He grabs it and starts scanning the list; he shakes his head; puts it back on the table; pushes it back towards me.
“It’s pretty good”, he replies as he shrugs, “if you’re a fucking amateur, yo.”
“Yeah, whatever, señor celoso.”
“So anyways, boss”, Bilta continues speaking as the waiter comes over to the table, “I got notice that we have settled on the new apartment at the beach–I’m going to be moving. It means that I won’t be able to help out, that much, with your mysteries, anymore.”
“That’s a good one”, I continue speaking as I scribble the word on the napkin, “oh… yeah, ok? I will miss you or something–when do you leave, Bilta?”
“Figure of speech?”
The digital.hologram shuts off; the computerized.image of Bilta dissapears; I blink.
“What?”, I continue speaking as I sigh, “so he was just pretending to be here–the whole time?”