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San Juan

     I don’t know why so many successful guys can’t seem to commit to just one woman. Jaime lasted at that store for about two years, until his lovely wife caught him in the back with a hot teen something, about half her own age. She took him to the cleaners.

    I walked into the store one day just to say hello, and there he was smoking again, as he sat by the door checking out the girls walking by, whilst his eyes seemed to well up with tears that refused to fall.

    “Why ya gots da blues, dude?”

    “My old lady left me, man!”

    “Damn man, I thunk youses wuz fo eva, an eva…wat happened?

    “She caught me ina bak wit a goigeous, eighteen coed, man.” He smiled.

    “Ya dawg!”

    “I told her I was taking her measurements,” He smiled.

    “Ya gots some cohones, man!”

    “So dat’s why ya gots da blues, uh…she left ya.”

    “Yea she did, but she also took me tada cleanahs, man.”

     “I’m almost broke!”

     I never saw him again, last I heard he had a store in San Juan. Walking down Broadway in the City one day, I ran into Chino.

    “Conyo! Man, how ya doing?"

     Conyo is a word Boricuas use a lot, and I believe many don’t know what it really means. It comes from Latin, and it means cunt. Check it out!

    “Chino…wow! Wa ya bin?”

    “Oh I live in Ahlando na, man…playing golf an taking it easy.”

    “Ya eva see Jaime any mo?”

    “Ya na his old lady don took im fo evyting.”

    “Yea, I hoid!”

    “Well, I ran into his sis, an she said he has a sto in San Juan.”

    “Ain’t det expensive RE, man?”

    “Like a hunet grand jest foda key, dude.”

     The key is the key to front door, it cost a hundred grand just to get into the store, heaven only knows what the rent was, and we’re not even talking about utilities.