“Mutantism on the March” ;Chapter 66 “Rauncho Gonzales Enters the Picture”

After the impromptu party aboard the ship Eno and his crew stumbled into a local seedy bar. After the first round of drinks arrived they turned to anecdotes of their former life in Zorollia and their newer adventures on Earth. While Eno was in the midst of chatting with the cook two mean hoodlums approached Eno and tapped him on the shoulder. The thugs were well acquainted with the notoriety of these “gringos muy loco”. The two ordered drinks for the entire crew and launched into a conversation with Eno.

The topic shifted to marijuana. Did the señor like it? Would el capitano and his crew like to come to a party of el patron for a good time. He would like to discuss some business language with you. There would be many buenas chicas and the best weed and cocaine. Eno and his men were becoming bored at the bar whose owner had turned off the radio blasting with local vibrant music and switched it to the Voice of America. They were fueled up with intoxicants and seemed to want to push their decadence to the limit. One of the hoodlums left the bar to make a telephone call and within 5 minutes 6 luxury limousines arrived with a nasty looking security detail to whisk Eno and his crew to el patron’s party.

El patron was none other than Rauncho Gonzales the notorious gangster who had been successfully murdering and bribing his way out of incarceration for years. As you recall Squid and that Santa Gringo had ousted the corrupt dictatorship in Columbia and replaced them with newly elected servants of the people. They had also legalized the cultivation and transportation of marijuana angering the narco kings who made far more money selling and distributing illegal weed than legal weed. What Santa and Squid had done was to drive down the price of marijuana and make it more widely accessible in the developed world keeping profits completely in the hands of cultivators and transporters. You might want to call it a co-operative. The US Mafia was also very displeased being cut out of the distribution and transportation (smuggling) network. The fact that the local growers were selling directly to smaller dealers in the USA, mostly mutants, angered the Cosa Snotra crime organization and added fuel to the fire of greed. Losing Cuba to Fidel Castro had been a serious blow to narcotics, prostitution and gambling revenues. And now more trouble in Columbia.

Rauncho granted each crew member as a long-lost brother and gestured they should go on the terrace of his huge mansion where the party was in full swing. What premium decadence to be savoured. Champagne flowing like a fountain, great heaps of cocaine and marijuana pre-rolled, half naked women stumbling about and loud rock music. By early morning what might be hell for many was pure delight for the Zorollians who fancied themselves as bad assed pirates. While most the partygoers had fallen in heaps on the floor every crewmember was standing and drinking champagne from the bottle. These group of very raunchy people impressed Rauncho and it only highlighted their reputation as hard living and drinking men. Eno was guzzling vodka from a solid gold tankard that Ruancho had given him as a gift. Rauncho pulled aside Eno and said there was business to discuss so thy took an elevator to a second-floor balcony where formally dressed maids served them a hearty breakfast of huevos rancheros and freshly squeezed orange juice.  Rauncho opened up the discussion, “Listen here Eno. You fancy yourself as a great pirate. Do you smuggle as well as plunder?” Eno relied “Damn right amigo. I am the best pirate around except of course for Bluebeard. I smuggle, kill and rob and love every minute of it.”

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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