Claire called the other night.
“We got Carlos.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It’s Carlos and he’s dead.”
“Did you kill him?” I whispered.
“Finally. He put up quite a struggle and we had to chase him, but we got him. He’s dead.”
“Well, play the music real loud. Carlos deserves at least that much.”
“OK, Dad-0, will do. Ciao!” *click*
Carlos, RIP, was the condo cockroach. About two inches long, shiny, dark brown, six legs. He had been scurrying around the place for months causing havoc, screams, cockroach dancing (not unlike the hot chili dance or the spider dance) and general mayhem.
Carlos’ demise required music in celebration.
I suggested the album “Mexican Spaghetti Western” by Chingon.
First, they have a track, Malaguena Salerosa, from Kill Bill 2, the best movie of all time.
Second, and I hope Carlos, RIP, is paying attention to this from Cockroach Heaven, they play Cuka Rocka (extended) and I didn’t even know you could play a guitar that fast. When I hear that song I’m ready to dance like nobody’s looking. The Cucaracha Dance. I'm John Travolta. I'm Napoleon Dynamite.
Chingon is Killer Music.