Night Town: Hey, Pachuco! (Acidhead Avengers Periphery Universe)

I walk by the sketchy-as-hell massage parlour that's always been open 24 hours. A Thai man in a fitted fedora wearing clothing the colors of the Thai flag is rocking out to a song blasting through his phone. Socks with sandals but his shoes are off. Is he waiting for a whore? He's engrossed in the music. I walk up to him and yell "Hey! Pachuco!" and he subsequently showers me with a slew of insults in Thai about how I am racist, in elaborate poetry. I thrust my hand out towards him and we begin a frantic Lindy Hop, him threading me over his shoulder in the East Coast Swing style. We begin to spit just inches from each others' face and make wild motorboat noises, eventually headbutting each other in a tribute to the International Cup soccer tournament.

I wake up in my driver's seat. Snug in my car, no key anywhere to be found. I had been sleeping soundly.

I look over and see the guy jerking it, facing one wall of the parking lot. I don't know what he's on or whether he's just drunk.

That's the last time I steal my husband's drugs.

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