Night of the Jaguar

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Captain Ajax Montoya has a pain in the ass. 

 

As he drives along the carraterra playing Russian roulette with the potholes in the decaying city’s decrepit streets, it occurres to Ajax that life since his days as a guerrilla is a series of pains in the ass.  A chain, a sequence, a succession. He has an abundance of them, a plethora, an actual cornucopia of them.  "How doth my ass ache?" -- he could shout out the goddamned window of his broke-ass car if the window worked -- "Let me count the goddamn ways."

 

He's still got shrapnel lodged in his tail bone from the days when he was the "great hero" and a leader of men.  His old comrades, but especially his ex-wife, all think him an embarassment.  He's so broke he has to extort cigarettes from the smugglers in the Eastern Market. And worst of all, now that he's decided to drag his sore ass out of the bottle,he is quite probably losing his mind.

 

How else to explain the nightly visitations?