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I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up evrywhere—don’t care! Imagine me stompin’ through the woods, all “I’m a forester, dammit!” but secretly wonderin’—could I find one out here? Ha! Probs not—too many trees, not enough sequins. Still, I’d be all, “El tango de Roxanne!”—dancin’ with a pine, mad as hell at the world.

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After that, we decide to hit up the local food truck on Calle de la Salud. Best mofongo ever! I’m stuffing my face, and Luis is telling this ridiculous story about how he once tried to impress a girl by cooking. Spoiler alert: he burned the kitchen down. Classic Luis.

Walter Mercado: There Was a Duality to Everything About Him (Published 2019)