I will bet you enough money to pay Mozart for sex that Mr. Client was here in the last month talking to people in or near the big sandy building with the green glass frontage.

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Bogotá is a kind of a triangle running along one side of a bunch of high bits and there are rivers and a road that runs north–south through town and it’s a city like any city you would know it’s got ten million people and skyscrapers rising out of neoclassical cement construction like World’s Fair stuff like LA. There’s some old old Bogotá too like colonial and the thing you need to get right now is this is a fucking. Capital. Of the world. It’s Paris it’s Madrid it’s Hong Kong it’s not some fucking stage set for your personal narrative and it is complex as shit. I have been here before when I was in coffee because have you met coffee of course I fucking came here. And the thing that you do not do when you are approaching a capital city with its own way of doing things is blow into town like a giant hornet and land on everyone’s food and scare the shit out of the tourists because even a hornet eventually outstays its welcome and gets blatted under someone’s boot heel. That is why I am not here with Saul who has some employment history in the region or Rex and his explodophilia or even worse with Lucille who just likes to slice things up very small with his love. It is also why Doc and her I Will Kill All The Cows are presently chillaxing in the spa pool at a hotel in Zürich sourcing whatever thief shit she requires and Motor Oil Charlie is working on Eiger’s dongle—

Yes yes she is and she is not happy with my dongle humor—

—so that leaves me to hitch a ride with Mozart and be real calm and conciliatory and not get neck-deep in shit in a place where they do understand appropriate responses to freelancing plus also too not everyone here was a huge fan of the management structure around—i.e., me being the only shareholder in—the Pale Peruvian Stallion and that is not stereotyping that is commerce.

So softly we go.

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“Hi I’m Jack Mahboubian hi.”

“Hi Mr. Mahboubian welcome to the Zebedee how may we assist you—”