#6 - "La Pistola Incidente"
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I was still feeling kind of hungover from the events surrounding Denny and Carolina's wedding of a few days earlier, both due to the copious amounts of cervezas I'd had to drink, but also to a little sadness inside over the fact that Denny had gone ahead and tied the knot. I've certainly never told him (or anyone else) this, but I realize I've always had some amorous feelings toward him, and now in Venezuala it was hitting home that a sexual relationship between my friend and myself was never to be. To ease my pain, I made discreet inquiries about where I might find a male "prostituto" and shortly thereafter I found myself in my hotel room staring at a leather-clad vision of machismo in the form of "Juan Carlo." Don't worry, I won't be sharing any of the intimate details here, but let's just say that J.C. came armed and dangerous, and he wasn't firing blanks. Ole!
I freakin' knew it.
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