Crazy Loco Love by Victor Villaseñor

Author:Victor Villaseñor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria Paperback
Published: 2010-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

School was out. It was Saturday, and I was driving our familia ’s big Cadillac. We were on our way to Brawley, east of San Diego, to visit my godparents, Manuelita and Vicente Araiza. Manuelita was best friends with my mother. They’d known each other since they were little kids back in the Rain of Gold canyon in Chihuahua, Mexico.

After dinner, my godparents’ son Raul asked me if I’d like to go with him and his friends across the border to Mexicali. He was a couple of years younger than me, and he’d just gotten a brand-new Chevy Impala.

“Sure,” I said, “but I don’t drink liquor, so I don’t want to just go barhopping like guys from San Diego do when they go to Tijuana .”

“I don’t drink alcohol, either,” he said.

I went with him and his friends, and we walked the streets. It was fun. I’d never been out with the guys like this before. Also, we were all Latinos, and so we were speaking Spanish instead of English, and this felt super good. We went into a nightclub. It was a strip joint. I was nineteen years old, and I’d never been in such a place before.

The manager sat us down by the ramp where the dancers came out of the back. The woman who was already dancing was in her thirties and chubby and really funny, especially when she started to take off her clothes, whirling them and tossing them to us. Once, when one of the guys at our table reached out to grab hold of her, she turned her ass at him and farted. We almost died laughing. I’d never seen a naked woman fart before. And it really smelled, too. Everyone tossed her money. She was the greatest show in town.

Then the second dancer came out. She was so young and beautiful that it was a good thing the place was dark or everyone would’ve seen the front of my pants start jumping.

Our drinks arrived, but I hadn’t ordered one. Our waitress told us it was a three-drink minimum, whether we drank or not. I didn’t touch my drink. A group of girls came over and sat down with us and told us we had to buy them drinks, too. I didn’t know what to do, but Raul winked at me and ordered more drinks for the girls. Then it happened. I’d never had a girl reach down and grab hold of my private parts before. I almost freaked out. One of the guys got up and went off with the girl who’d sat down on his lap.

“What’s going on?” I asked Raul in English so we couldn’t be understood.

The girl, who’d grabbed hold of me, said in perfect English, “Fuckiefuckie, that’s what’s going on, papacito.”

I got scared, and not because it was a mortal sin to have sex before marriage and I’d go straight to hell, but because I was in love with Clare and I wanted to save myself for her.

“No, not

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