Let it Loose

He got to Marbella by bus and stopped at the Bullfighter Bar on the way up the hill from the beach to the hostel he'd chosen from his guide book. He met a dozen or so other travellers and met them for dinner. He played guitar and Wolfgang from Toronto passed around joints and 10-grain valiums. His journal writing stopped. The group swam naked in the ocean one night and were taken to the police station, all of them singing A Hard Day's Night as he played guitar. He picked up the the girlfriend of the bar's owner and lived with her for a week until the boyfriend threatened them both and she went back to him. He met an English woman. She was trying to connect with local heroin smugglers for a magazine article she was writing. Two days later the woman pointed out one of the smugglers at the Bullfighter Bar. That night he and Wolfgang and another traveller took acid and were beaten up on the beach at dawn. After the beating he and the other guy stole four quarts of milk from the steps of the police station and drank them in an alleyway. A week later the same two guys took a night boat ride with some Spanish guys who pulled the boat to a dock and told them they were in Morocco and to help load some packages onto the boat. They did and then they ran into the hills and hid. They dropped acid again and went back to Spain but later they weren't sure if they had been in Morocco for real or not and 30 years later still weren't sure. Everyone tired of drugs and the police and so moved on. His journal picked up again.