Yeah I know it is a suckass translation.
The guy who was in the car is my friend Marcel.
I met Marcel in early 2001 in an occult reading group based in Manhattan. We were discussing Templars (of all things) which he had an
Marcel was a neat guy. He had three kids and two wives, and none of the kids were with the wives he had. He had been all over Europe, and (allegedly) spent three years in Egypt as a priest in some sort of underground cult. Marcel always had a good joke, and had an undying love for Greek liquor, which is how I came to discover the joys of Mextaca. He had a little closet apartment in the west village, and his roommates were never home. I haven't seen him in over a year, but last I had heard from him, he was going to Spain "on business". Guess "business" involved pushing dope.
Nobody has been able to contact anyone who knew his immediate family well. His brother, who is likewise estranged from the rest of the clan, was the one who left the post on the board letting everyone know what happened. Fransicso joined the board two years ago when he found his brother's profile. He was hoping someone had details about his brother's last wife.