laveen

I rolled into Laveen Thursday night with Noel, Raoul and a nameless Nicarauguan chick who smiled a lot and got my toilets so clean your could have made Gazpacho in them and eaten it straight off the floor. But they had already packed the spoons. And I was low on peppers.
Today, I made a quick check of the Gila River Indian Reservation. Clearly, they ain't gettin' no casino money and trash pickup seems to have been left to the wind and elements. The roads are littered with couches and old washing machines but once you get down to the Gila River and PIR (Phoenix International Raceway) things pick up quite nicely with some incredible adobe houses tucked back into the foothills.
Little later tonight I think I'll head up 51 and grab me a Mexican watermelon and some home-made tamales. Then head down to the Spur Lounge on Baseline to check on the local fillies. It just got hot today, so I expect I'll see a tank-top or two. Maybe bring one of them pork rinds home with me and cavort a bit.