THE AUTHOR: I am a US single male MD psychiatrist, though I usually didn’t advertise my education. I went to Mexico to start a new life.
SYNOPSIS: The four books occur in the same central-Mexico small town, where I lived for three years. Women my age were married. Young women were on the streets and in the park, like I was. So…
SOME EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOKS
On April 3, 2002, I was walking flat out to catch up with fleeing fifteen-teen-year-old Flora. While I passed a taco stand, I saw Comandante Bernardo and Police Officer David. They had seen Flora speeding by; and then I appeared. I only paused to say Hi to the familiar policemen. I then continued my pursuit: hot on Flora’s trail. But in the few seconds that it took me to please the police by saying Hi, Flora had disappeared. I had failed because I hadn’t followed a cardinal rule of hunting big game, such as six-foot Flora and grizzly bear in Alaska. This rule was to “Never take your eyes off of your quarry,” who could disappear in a second.
Since Flora had lost me, I returned to Police Comandante Bernardo. Bernardo asked, “What were you doing?”
“Oh, I was chasing a young woman.”(Flora)
“Why were you doing that?”
I said, “Why!? Why not?”
Comandante Bernardo frowned…
ANOTHER EXCEPT
Note: Peti and Ambrosia were teenage sisters, who I loved. I biked up to Peti, where I stood straddling my bike with one leg on each side of my bike’s crossbar. I was facing Peti on her bike, three feet away. In response, Peti pushed her bike violently forward and slammed her front tire squarely into my front tire. Our tire contact strongly resembled a very passionate kiss. Peti exclaimed, “Go away, or I will hurt you!”
I said, “I’d rather have a kiss.” I moved my bike forward until our front tires gently touched. The touching of our front tires probably represented a kiss, because Peti hurriedly responded by backing away three feet. I moved forward and again gently pressed my front tire against her front tire.
Peti slammed her bike down to the pavement as she dismounted. She angrily stomped thirty feet to the cobblestoned side street and pried a stone out of the cobblestone. She marched up and stopped four feet from me with her softball-sized rock; then Peti made a throwing gesture at my head.
I stood there straddling my bike’s crossbar, while I wondered how serious Peti was. Given that Peti had the rock cocked back in a throwing position, perhaps the young woman in the liquor store was now calling the police, like Peti had threatened. I didn’t look to see if the liquor store female was still in her doorway because I had to keep my eyes on Peti should I need to duck her thrown rock. And worse, I got a feeling that Peti was going to rush up and strike me repeatedly with the rock in her hand.
Questions in my mind: Was Peti bluffing? Was this a fun and harmless game? Her sister Ambrosia's previous threat to report my marijuana use to Policewoman Itzel turned out to be a tease: a bluff. But Peti’s softball-sized rock looked real enough, and likely to strike me when thrown by Peti from only four feet away. In response, I retreated for home on my bike.
I didn’t get home free. Peti attacked as I biked away. She threw the rock and hit my bike. I retreated twenty-five feet. I then U-turned on my bike to counterattack my beloved enemies, who loved to hate me.
Ambrosia responded to my U-turn by grabbing the broom from her three-wheel cargo bike and she charged me on foot, head-on. I U-turned to evade Ambrosia's broom. While gaining speed biking away, Ambrosia sprinted after me and hit me in the back with the broom…
On other days I had more battles with these viciously loving teenage sisters, and with other women. Jealous men attacked me. The police arrested and jailed me. I got a state court order forbidding me from taking photos...
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