…Wait, what?

…Guh…What day…What do you mean “after labor day”?

Why does my mouth taste like Red Hots and asphalt?

Why are you yelling at me in Spanish?

Oh man…somebody just tell me where I am. Also where are my pants?

What do you mean “Chihuahua?”

What do you mean “pants-hat”?

Uh…that’s the last time I go shot-for-shot with las Putas.

I have to get back to Texas, I have a bout to write-up. I also have to find out what “El Guapo” means and how it got tattooed across the small of my back…

Things are going to be a little late this week.

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