Lit up in Bermejo

Lost in Lima, Beers in Bermejo. Faded, cocktailed, drunk-as-shit, bent. Been there done that hoss. Few cocktailed nights will end as this one is. Nate is asleep in a room with nothing but a bed =, the bed has two mattresses, the room has no electricity. There is no electricity. I'm parked in a back-lot with a few dogs and a candle as security. Secure. Julio has been the right hand man all night, beers, a bed for Nate, and direction on life. He didn't say much but I've known him for a year now(total of 5 days) and his lessons are actions not words. I did lend him a map of Peru though and I think he's found where the town his family members live actually is. Funny how things work out on all ends. Julio, Nate, dogs, fish hands. And here we are, Lit up in Bermejo....