Undate on Jeffrey

My pal Jeffrey, that’s him above, has just day-before-yesterday had a tumour removed from his bladder. He is home now, recovering. He told me it was not nice, especially having a tube stuck up his penis, and while rumour has it he has one of the biggest that didn’t help.  His exact words: it was horrible! Yes, well, I don’t even want to think about it.

Anyway, this post is for dear Jeffrey George Brown, a great American artist, a great friend in Mexico, my bestist Mexican pal, who right now is finding it excruciatingly agonizing to take a leak. My heart is with you, pal. And I especially thank you, old friend, once again for driving me home late from the Berlin Bar so many times on your red scooter (both of us wasted), dump me at my door in the dust and dog shit. We never crashed, not once, nor even came close (not that I could tell anyway); you piloted that little red machine through the narrow cobbled callas of San Miguel de Allende with aplomb.

Wishing you all the best Jeffrey. Get well soon, Pal. (click on Jeffrey’s camera to get a closer look)

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