When she pulled the stash out of her pussy
I knew we were in trouble
the whole trip was like that
one flat note after another

Later after we ditched her and the guy who was her puppy dog
after we learned she was a stripper in Dallas
and he was her best customer
and they didn't have any money
and they were now staying in a condo down the coast
I saw her in a mini skirt in a crowd of old men
dancing around and drinking tequila from the bottle

It was surreal
out there a few blocks from the square
where they sold watermelon fruit drinks and beer from carts
the italians and germans on holiday outnumbered everyone
and only talked to themselves
but we smoked their dope on the beach
and slipped away into the dark
maybe a minute or two
before the cops came in on them with clubs and attitude

That's how we came back upon the stripper
who by now had her tits out
and was being led off to the
dark by the men

There's no point to any of this
no hollywood ending
as it meanders shakily down this page
we finished our trip in a winnebago
with a family who couldn't travel without their cats
flew back to the real world
and got the luggage a week later
with a note from customs apologizing for the mess
they made when they repacked everything