i'm on a mexican radio. i'm on a mexican, woe woe, radio. i saw a guy sitting on a tub working on a wire in a hole in the back of the solstice tower, mexican music playing on his radio. i found out what being on a mexican radio meant in enseñada at a bar. there's a radio but it doesn't play the music for which it was made. it has two wires extending with little handles. you hold the two handles in your hands and the radio man turns the volume up, giving your inebriated palms an increasing shock. you hold on as long as you can stand it and then you get a shot of tequila for every decibel. the sound of the radio is your sound. kind of like the yodelling sound common to folk music.
i thought of this riding by the solstice tower, so far from the border, this mexican working on the quintessential american tower. i thought of my solstice, my short birthday, coming around again.