I drove a black Altima that was poppin’ during its heyday, but I got it when it was fifteen years old, and that piece of shit was beginning to show its age. The paint had faded, the stereo was busted, the seats were torn, the dashboard was cracked, and the …
Ernesto Pecado woke up one Sunday afternoon claiming that God had visited him in his sleep. “You’re hungover again,” said his wife Elena, who had already been to church and back. “¡De veras!” he insisted, “the Lord spoke to me.” “And what did he say?” “He ordered me to create …
One Labor Day weekend we went on a boating and camping trip along the Wazoo River. It was me, Jorge, and Raul, and to say nothing of the dog or the cat would be animal neglect. Chucho was an old, blind mongrel of mine that was usually barking up the …
Most of what Emilio knew he had learned from the silver screen. Geography, science, art, and romance. History, sex, music, and philosophy. It was all from movies, even his social skills. He had committed so many one-liners and movie quotes to memory for use in any context that they replaced …
