It was just after midday, the wind was blowing of the desert and with it came the sounds of a local Norteño band playing in one of the cantinas up in town. It was hot, real hot and my mouth was full of sand and salt from the Pacific Ocean, I had been waiting for my compadre and it felt like I had been waiting for a long time. I had thought about drinking all day.

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