Week ∞: Se Acabo Lo Que Se Daba

Which means, What was being given is now done.

Which means, that this is it for me. I’m done. Over. Finito. El Fin. Adios. Ciao. Last post.

If I was gonna keep doing this, you might have read about things like these:

- The story about going to Mexico and running into a guy stuck on LCD Soundsystem.
- The story about working at the music festival in Aspen CO, were we moved appx 200 pianos in one summer, some of them up baby grands going up spiral staircases.
- The story about trying out for the MD’s, who at the time (1983) were the most successful Puerto Rican garage band.
- The story about why I hate this so much.
- The story about why I love this so much.
- A letter that I’ve been writing to the world famous Davenport Sisters.
- Something about Cordero and Ocho Puertas and Trio Matamoros.
- The story about Monte Carmelo in Vieques, a really amazing story. If you ever see me in person, ask me and I’ll tell it to you.
- The story about how I almost lost my toes to frostbite, not once, but twice, once in Colorado, and once, believe it or not, in Houston. And how I got lost in the wilderness, not once but twice, once in Colorado, and once, of course, in Mexico.

And maybe more. But no. I am stopping today. 184 weeks seems like as good a number as any. Suddenly I realized, I don’t want to tell you any more stories. Nope, no mas.

To all my fellow NAP writers, past and present, thank you for the good times, I’ll continue to read and comment when I can, and feel free to ask me to guest post here and there. To my family and friends, thank you for reading.

To the rest, go fuck yourself.

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And here’s my most recent favorite youtube video. Didn’t like the song as it appears on the record, but this version makes me want to have Daft Punk play at my house.