Director-Danguy

It was just after dark when we shoved off from Tubby's dock. From there it was a short 15 minute trip to the shallows of Grand Bahama's northern shore. There were two others with us, Cruz and someone named Carlton who I hadn't met before. We were all zombie drunk or otherwise mentally incapacitated, putting around in a 25 foot boat dragging a hook with a haunch of the rawest meat possible and giving sidelong glances at the baseball bat or the compartment that held the 12 gauge shotgun and ammo when the silent tension got to be too much. Every now and then we'd mutter to each other and one of us would get talked into chucking a few scoops of c

Añejo Joe was due to land at the airport around three, and it was with a large cup and a half gallon jug of mojitos that I went to meet him. The day was bright, skies were clear and blue. All in all, I was feeling good despite the number of nervous looks being cast my way. I couldn’t blame people though. It’s not everyday a shaven headed, goateed white guy in a white bass pro fishing shirt,  khaki dress pants, leather sandals and cowboy hat pulls an M3 convertible halfway onto the airport sidewalk and begins boozing as if drinking and driving were perfectly legal and socially acceptable. I was somewhat nervous about Joe showin

I don’t dream often.  When I do though, it’s normally so twisted and ugly and foul a dream That it sticks with me and keeps me in bed for most of the day, cowering in fear. That’s how this entire trip started, with a dream. At first there was the usual dark of sleep, but then I had a feeling something was off. I looked down to my feet, and attached to my left big toe was some kind of sick combination of a leech and a tick. “What the fuck?” I remember muttering. This shit was just too weird. Here was this bug with a seriously gruesome set of chompers, sucking my big totally dry, and there was no pain. I figured with s