A Night for Theatre

The writer, the musician, and the painter lay on a banister close to la liga de arte. They roll a blunt. The artist acts as doctor Frankenstein with the phillie because it had been bought already broken in half. He is able to roll two mini-blunts and the musician wanders off with one of them to see if someone hanging out will lend him a lighter to light his blunt. After scaring off one group of people, after being ignored by another, the musician returns with the mini-blunt lit and they light the second one and pass it around themselves and get high. They are happy. They are now calmed. They can now have a conversation and bond. They talk about girls and all agree that they shouldn’t think about them and that they all need to only worry about doing their own thing, which means their respective arts. The girls will appear in due time. They compare their levels of fresconess, meaning, what is their current love-situations. They each claim to have someone they can depend on in times of need of sexual-relief. The painter is seeing an older art-teacher who calls him a chamaquito and who is right now travelling the U.S. for a month: New York, Chicago, then San Diego. The writer has a hippy girl who lends him her car so that he can drive out of town. The musician had a girl file a retraining order against him, and each time he plays a show he has to leave because she shows up hanging out with some other rival musician. They notice that a kid is trying to make out with a drunken girl who is wearing a light, thin dress that shows off her ass. She pushes the kid away from her body by pressing her hand against his face. The group of artists laugh between themselves. The kid eventually gives up and leaves her alone, and she wanders off stumbling into a dark street.



This is Old San Juan and many people are getting drunk and hanging out. The musician goes off to his show because he believes that the girl who has put an order against him must have already left and he has a show to play. The writer follows the painter to see some street theatre en la plaza del Totem. The actors are dressed as cops, cowboys, and bureaucrats. Many drunk people do not realize it is theatre or don’t care. They scream at the actors, and the art students who are doing the music and sound for the street-play have to get the actors to quit acting because the crowd of drunken people is getting too rowdy and throwing empty plastic cups of beer at the actors. One of the art students later on will have said that he saw a member of the crowd pull out a gun. One of the art students, after the theatre group has left the crowd of belligerent people being, says to whoever will listen to him, “And they ask why our country is so fucked. It’s because we have destroyed our own culture.”

There was no theatre that night and the drunken people got drunker.