THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, as you know I have been having a blast on The Dirty. Papi is Dirty Army Strong and I hold the rank of a god damn Major. Recently I taught a young man a lesson and I hope he can move forward and learn something about boundaries and what is appropriate. Actually I learned that lesson too. Sad thing when a person stops learning. Anyways, today I was drinking rum with my Dad and Brother, kids in the pool tearing it up, and I told them of this victory and of the next planned operation dubbed “Hall of Dead Presidents”. Project I was working on with two other Dirty Army members. After the laughter stopped my brother asked me, “But why you doing this? You won.” Then that cantankerous abeulo reminded me, “Aren’t you going to Panama next month to work? Why waste time on this” They are both right. So pay attention DA, I have something to say. Papi won. I declare victory. It is time to go home and I am taking the spoils of war with me. And what am I taking? Friends. Real people that I met here. Connections. One guy with a hot wife, a fellow with a back swing as smooth as varnished wood and who looks like a late 70’s Michael J. Pollard. Also a lady or two who kinda dug Papi’s awkward Cuban style. Real friends. Not fellows hiding behind computer screens that you are worried will turn on you if things go South of Cheese.