“There is something about the desert that pisses everything off. It could be the heat. Or the barren landscape. Or the stark desolation. It doesn’t really matter the why. The fact is the desert brings out the desperate worst in a thing. In an environment where nothing is meant to survive, life ...
And when you live on the border, it’s always tempting. Mexico has a lenient drinking age and booze aplenty. Drugs are everywhere. Women are available and willing. And for the kids, firecrackers, switchblades, and Roman candles are abundant. Hell, you can buy Cuban cigars. You can go to a bullfigh...
Take my experienced word for it. A veteran of overnights in the hoosegow, I’d been brought in for more than my fair share of drunken brawls (thinking I was impressing a girl I wanted to have sex with) and been thrown in paddy wagons at more than one protest march (thinking I was impressing a hipp...
Although Harry was pretty sure he had met a few women that came close. A good liar was the product of experience and craft, like any true artist. Execution and performance were integral, but it was the construction of the narrative that was the make-or-break. That’s where Harry shined. He did his...