
THE ONE "BUD" THAT STUCK OUT:
I guess I forgot about Buddy Ray, sad to say. But suddenly I found him in the database of the casualties of Americans who allegedly died in
Buddy came from Vegas, in the winter or ’98, prospecting his new future without the his plague north of the border. He started a karaoke show up the street, at a local Palapa. He sang like Frankie and could riff Santana like he was Carlos himself. He rocked-and rolled us until the summer turned cold, then he disappeared one night without a whipser.... he“just left the building” ..
One day after eating a fish taco at the fish market in
He whooed me to HIS new taco stand of carne on the corner of the fish market, insisting he would change the taste to his tri-tip of choice. I chuckled, we laughed we made light of the past. He introduced his wife to be, a pretty local no less. I munched down that taco and said adios amigo.
A couple years later I ran into him again. A new venue up town, sound system, big bar, and tacos abound. It was a bustling day, I had other tasks at hand, but I promised to return and sing karaoke, again..
A few years ago, more than I recall, I got an email from a friend, Buddy Ray was no more. Good hearted Buddy, allegedly came home, to find his woman in a brawl in betweenst her Mother and X.
Buddy jumped in the fray—not a violent kinda soul—but the X had a pistol that put an end to it all. Now Buddy Ray was not a druggie, nor a tourist for sure, he preferred AA and to sing a little more…..But someone has chosen to dig up his little story and attempt to intertwine it into the MEXICAN DRUG WAR!!!