Trip To Venezuela. Political Hijinks By Way Of Dr. Seuss. “A thousand Bolivars on it being pinned on the yanks,” a riveting phrase if ever there was one. The setting, a cross between a gothic Byronesque romance and a cheap Ron Jeremy porn production. The aromatic reek of lavender, desperation. and alcohol, so profoundly warm, that even cat piss seemed glacial refreshing by comparison. In other words, yet another of the many dilapidated locations pockmarked across the Venezuelan capital, Caracas. A mundane fixture on a sprawling panorama of calamitous gloom. “At least, the water’s working.” The faucet making a squeak akin to modems from the 90’s. “So, you game?” “Not taking that action. That’s like saying the sun comes up […]