valentin: it was good. it was sweet. the little boy punching out the lines as the titular character couldn't have been better. he even cussed on occasion and took a swill of whiskey.
as i weaved my way home drunk on the possibility of life with a freebird burrito as my passenger, i realized june was knocking on the door and i was afraid to answer it. i want my june to be different than it will be. so i put that thought aside and dreamed instead of the very real possibility of sipping dad's margaritas while wafting in the pool.