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eBook Category: Mainstream
eBook Description: If Mulligan were going to die on a Mexican beach before he'd really had a chance to live, he meant to do it right. A tale of death and rebirth set in the psychedelic sixties.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Berkeley Poets Cooperative #2, 1971
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2003

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Words: 2576
Reading time: 7-10 min.
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Mulligan got back into school part-time to get back on his father's payroll, but by summer he was out again and into Mexico. He stayed in Guadalajara with an ex-bistro-owner from Greenwich Village who expounded his theories on drugs, women, America, and "dropping out for good" through the tequila-heated afternoons. He disappeared into the Sierra Nevadas for three weeks and came back with eighteen dollars in pan-mined gold. In the fall, speaking Spanish like a native, his hair shaggy and a spare reddish mustache draping his soft mouth, he tramped and hitched further south through the banana republics of Central America, through strings of tiny villages, each riddled by the sameness of the poverty of exploitation, through tile and stucco cities whose dark inhabitants lounged like droplets of liquid copper against their pastel walls.

At the turn of the year, after a Latin Xmas and with a tropical winter tan covering his freckles, Mulligan started north again. He made it to Mexico before his Irish luck ran dry. One of the multifarious native maladies, which he had thus far been able to dodge, had finally caught up with him. Or it may have been the shellfish he'd caught and roasted on an open fire and eaten the night before. He awoke with a dryness in his throat that after a few swallows turned to pain. All at once it had spread to his stomach and head and chest. He vomited and the began coughing short bullets of white phlegm into the sand. Fever heightened by the heat of the day swept over him in waves like the ocean rolling in.