MAMAJUANA

The shit is magical, but I would avoid mixing – does not play well with others. The dude who gave it to us touted its aphrodesiacal powers, which my companion – a known stallion of a virile dudefest, or at least that’s what he likes to advertise – attested to. But me, I was already six days gone and lodged in my head so it just made me drunker, mouthier and more emotional, just like my grandma Guadalupe after a round of church and sopa. (She never got drunk, though, ever – because, I mean, did La Virgen?) But maybe “the baby maker” only works on the fellas. I do not know – last night was the first time I ever tried it, thanks to a small-time importer at a Chinatown bar that only played Biggie, song after song, all night long. RIP to the illest. Today, my head feels like anise and I wish I had woken up in the DR instead of BKLYN.