a day of movement

yes, team Taxco, it happened today.

there was a rebirth, a flowering of athletic activity rivaling that which occured atop that monstruous hill and under that dubious roof amid those concrete seats under those shitty lights so many times in our favorite town.

Matt and I, after encountering each other by chance in Woollen, proceeded to straight domm the competition like the old days. We taught them a poco algo algo. It was beautiful. The only thing missing were biased Mexican refs and our own special cheering section.

just thought you'd like to enjoy this trip down memory lane.

paz afuera,
danimal