Before the Unseen Singer Could Begin Her Song Anew
“El Matador,” they whispered- all the legitimacy money could buy
- uncle was the curator of the museum of mineralogy
- 1200 pounds of high-grade marijuana
- put down the syphon
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Before the unseen singer could begin her song anew, a caped figure stepped into the circle of light around the bonfire. The mimes all noticed at the same time. “El Matador,” they whispered not with their voices, but with their fluttering finger motions. And they were right. It was El Matador, which was the name my twin brother Jason used before he became America’s #1 wedding rapper. When he’d first left the spy game, Jason tried to make it big in Cancun’s underground hip hop scene, relying on all the legitimacy money could buy at the current exchange rate, and counting on the fact that our uncle was the curator of the Museum of Mineralogy of Quintana Roo to lend him copious street cred. It worked surprisingly well during spring break, when all of the American college students were in town. He’d have huge concerts where he passed around 1200 pounds of high-grade marijuana as party favors. It was enough to get the frat boys to put down the syphon and the beer bong, but it was economically unsustainable.
Was he here today to rap? Or something even worse?
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