I needed a distraction from making life decisions. For example, I wanted to finally
throw in with a woman permanent like. And so my mind turned over twenty-four hours a day the matter of the Peruvian, who after all these months deserves a name, and so the name I give her is — let’s see — Karen. There was the culture gap, there was her tendency toward violence (slapping, pinching, poking), there were the absurd pronunciations, and the constant, “How you say?” that began to wear me down. She called me, not without cause, idiota, and poo-see, and malo.
Sometimes it’s hard getting your due.