You hike from he international border through to demented tumult of a Mexican border city, breathing bus air and listening to the susuurrus of commerce, the complaints of children, offers of sales of every kind. You hike across dangerous intersecion with gracious senoria's and bull-necked cops mlling aroun dit,
Finally you get to a quit office in a back street with a from waiting room where a nice MExican girl comes out and gives you a sedative.

After that everyhing gets mellower depite inoculations of novocaine and frinding and other strange noises.

I am home with the new implant joint firmly screwed in.

More when coherent.



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