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“ There you go, Young Lad, head Linares- bound” ordered The Vasque, as they crossed Rio Grande River. Th only thing left from Spain was his roughness, coarseness and his Star gun after having been working in Baracaldo.
In Linares, Texas, he waited for his man. He had left behing a good trace of drug in order not to have any problems with Spanish or Mexican cops. That´s why he wasn´t scared, but he knew he was only doing that delivery for money and he knew how easily things could burst.
As soon as he entered the building he though of jail. The rattle of police sirens coming near had a nasty DEA stink. As soon as he fired the though: "What the hell of corridas they have down here!".
(NOTE: This article was originally published by Botijo de Oro in the spanish section of the blog)
2 comments:
To be honest, BOTIJO, this short tale is, to some extent, a sort of tribute or exemplification of the nature of this blog site:
The Spanish, the Mexican, The American, All in One.
I may take it as a tribute to the readers of both sides of the Rio Grande :-)
See spanish version, my english is too poor to translate to the manito language.
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