There’s a scary Mexican gangster dude poking his finger in my chest. There’s his hooligan kids snapping their fingers at me. There’s a putrid rotting corpse of a dead horse stuck in the springs of the bed. There’s rooms blazing a fire. There’s a big, fat needle from god knows where stuck in my leg, infecting me with god knows what?
And finally, there’s me, walking out the door, right fucking now. Buenas noches!
