The next day, hungover, I pounded out the poisons on a heavy bag. The gym was quiet, a few fighters ducking and weaving under the tuition of a trainer, who between coarse instruction, flicked through a newspaper, bodies from the previous day’s barrio murders splashed...
I glanced once more at the television. Something, had my interest the entire day. The horse owners, those parading around in jackets under burning sun, their women in heels and hats, all smiling glowingly toward the cameras, seemed to be white- or at least in...
I hunkered down with Enrique, close because the music pounded through us. Bursts of raucous excess sallied about the bar. Every table was littered with the debris of partially full bottles of rum and beer: half eaten pollo frito, chuletas de cerdo, pescado bones and...
I was not an avid racegoer. The track although adequate, seemed a little shabby. In the blaze of heat, it appeared bare and unadorned, save for the odd grass strip and a few stunted trees. Grandstands for those who wished only to bet or be caught up in the euphoria of...
I continued to pester Enrique until he agreed to take me to the horse races. In any case, it was to his advantage- the bets on our behalf would come out of my pocket. We met at restaurant Coca Cola. Mythical and affordable, the colonial building had stood since 1875....
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