So I’m going to say something a little out of character here for a moment. Booger is a good man. Booger is a VERY GOOD man. He spreads it around. He helps where he can and he helps generously. There was a joke at Catcha that the staff loved him because he tipped IN ADDITION to the service charge. “I never knew!” Booger would counter. I don’t believe it. Booger loves Eddie… and Sexy Rexy… and Percy … and a lot of other folks in Negril. And he helps them out in a lot of ways with an easy generosity I truly admire. And he absolutely WILL NOT allow ANYONE to return it in kind. He must carry some talisman enchanted with a Protection from Gifting 5’ cast upon it (That’s for all you geeks out there). OK, there it is, now back to our regularly scheduled character assassination...
Booger is totally in his element here, after all he’s a Sandienista. And all his buddies at DeBar are only too happy to run out and chop off babies forearms for him. The night is a massacre. And this is not a comment to disparage Eddie’s kitchen or cleanliness but the table is littered with GIANT nocturnal house pests. Children are sacrificed and their substantial remains left to rot as another steps to the firing line. It is ridiculous. In a week of massive stupidity tonight at DeBar ranks retarded.
Eventually, in true Jamaican time, the food shows. It is fantastic. Sweetness is beside herself, “Di Bess Mon, always di Bess!” she patters to Eddie. Moondance is a long gone idea. We hang quite a while at DeBar. We talk about a late night trifecta of LTU, Sexy’s and Sir D’s and the gang saddles up in classic turtle fashion. Sweetie Pie is fading though and when Chicken stops at Catcha to drop someone off (Sweetness?) we hop out and head up the lane. On the way I start to get my head right. Focus, baby, tomorrow is the FLOP!!!
