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it and handed me a bag with my things and told me I couldn’t come in, that the girl, her daughter, that is, my woman, didn’t want to see me. I went with my bag to Caneca’s house and shouted to him from the street but he didn’t open up. I checked the door and it was open, I shouted again, but not a peep out of the old man.
    I went straight to the fridge and drank some water because the coke was making me thirsty, and the way home was long and that’s when I noticed it stank like shit, and I said, the old man is shitting and I went to the bathroom to tell him anybody could come in and kill you with the door open like that, and when I get there Caneca is sitting on the toilet with his tongue hanging out and a cord around his neck.
    I was so scared I almost shat myself and I said fuck this, I’m outta here, and I left. But almost at the beach where I was going to see if I could find another old man or a gringo, I remember the fingerprints and go back to Caneca’s. The door was the same and I take off a sock to erase the prints from the lock and wipe them off the fridge and the glass and the whole place, and almost the whole house and I wonder if fingerprints stick to hair because I grabbed Caneca by the hair when he was blowing me, but I don’t think so and forget that and put the sock back on and go to the beach. The smell of shit stays with me and the whole way there I keep checking under my shoe to see if I stepped in a turd since the smell won’t go away.
    I go to the beach and there is not a soul and I find a newspaper and start reading and I remember the DNA in the old man’s body and I go back to his house but buy bleach before I get there to pour it over Caneca and erase the DNA, which you erase with bleach.
    I buy the bleach and the old lady who sells it to me looks at me like what does this guy want bleach for at this hour. I get to the old man’s house and go in. First I pour bleach on his lips: I take off the sock, put it on like a glove and open his mouth to pour it inside. Then I push him with my leg so he falls into the bathtub and I throw more bleach on his butt which is all dirty. I open him wide and pour it inside until the bottle is empty and I turn on the shower and leave him there.
    When I was about to go, I remember the empty bottle and go back to get it. I go out again and there’s not a soul on the street. I go back home and apologize to her and she forgives me. She wants us to do it but between the coke and the scare I can’t get it up and she tells me I smell like bleach, that I smell like a motel, and she kicks me out again and her ma gives me the bag with my things and I go for a walk thinking where can I leave the bag because I can’t go back to the beach with the bag and I decide to go to the house of a professor I used to fuck but who doesn’t want to anymore and I ring his doorbell.
    He opens the door and says I smell like bleach and I make something up about being in a pool and ask him to let me take a bath and he lets me. He goes into the bathroom with me because he says I rob him every time he leaves me alone and it’s true because I stole some CDs from him that no one wanted to buy from me because they were weird. I take a shower and he watches me but doesn’t do anything and I wash my dick so that he notices it to see if he’s up for it, but no. He gives me coffee and lets me lie down for a while but then he has to go to mass and wakes me up and tells me to leave. I pretend to forget the bag and leave it.
    I go by Caneca’s house and everything looks calm from outside. No patrol cars or anything and I decide to go to the beach to see what’s going on. On the beach I run into this guy who nobody goes with because he never has money and only pays with things. Bejuco, a thin tall guy who’s eleven inches long, once got a television out of him but it was too much effort to sell it at the beach and he had to take