Paxina: 002	A Demon Came to Bed
In the days of dark, The Golden Demon came to My Bed. Life’s a bitch. Who comes to stay and then brings all her bitch girl-friends with. It was only from me that you could learn to understand that you were not handicapped by some psycho-sexual aberration. The Universe knows that I was not there to take advantage or “get my fucks-worth” as you once accused me. In this life as well as a previous one.  (Porra! Do you women have a language that transcends moments and time – and experience?), And now you know that too – after all these years. I am happy that we are still friends. Like you, I collected rides, but not cars. Fucks, but not lovers. Till we found each other. It’s like that moment, I’m sure you’ve experienced it, and so have many people, upon meeting some one for the first time that perhaps, just perhaps, they have “more wisdom, or more knowledge about living life”. I have felt that. You told me that. Sitting on our bed playing chess. But the bad things, your cocaine frenzies – were the worst. And the deals. And the wheeling and dealing with the express purpose of ripping some one off. Some of my friends even. Well good sex and excellent blow-jobs do not make up for getting me to give up a life of profitable crime for a reputation of an ignoble petty rip-off artist. Especially for a beautiful girl like you whom every one knows is a bit leaky in the brain. And look at me , talking aside: Hmmm? Franco, don ju theenk ju gotta pull her neck in a bit. That Chiquita is loco, ese… You recall me saying: “I don’t just love you’ I am In Love With You”. We were leaving for work in the early morning summer sunlight? Recall that? You said you were afraid to be loved. You just wanted fun ‘n good times. Hell my own daughter, whom you were jolly drinking friends with, even told me she thought that’s what you were all about. She liked you. But you were an “air-head”, by her account. I gave you more credit than that. I can read Jealousy. Even from a girl who is just learning. You on the other hand could not read the track of an in-bound missile. That’s why you got toasted. Screwed. Driven out. Lost… And now you wanna change it? I’m already gone my little Gold lioness… Fled.