
18 Febrero
Tossed out of La Grande tonight. Time was, I was the hottest act they had. Not anymore. The Yanqui gangsters are taking over the country. Seems like black folk aren't their flavor. The money from the records has stopped coming too. I think they must have taken over the label.
Well, Mamá would have said "Ofelia, keep your chin pointed at the sun", and that's what I've done. Walked right into the label office this morning and told Miguel if he didn't give me the full back pay in royalties, I was out. He says, "I don't need you anymore, now get me a drink". So I brought him a whiskey, but not before I pissed in it. Comemierda slashed my arm with his pen-knife after he spat all over his desk. Happiest I've ever been facing a man with a blade.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before they found me at La Grande. Oh well. Even songbirds lose their voices, eventually.