“Pardon, cabron puedo por favor tomar una milko, gracias” Fucking Milko, “Vispoes gringo on table 5 ordered the fucking Milko” Kill me or as the Mexicans say “mátame”. I'm on my way. It's a beautiful day. I don't know. Where to go. There's an african taco shop down the road. They're selling half-off African Mexicolas. Hello, hello. Are you there. No, no. Don't-worry-its-only-a-dream. And-by-the-way-of-things-that-they-should-be. So-and-so-don't-want-to-do-at-any-time. Finally-all-my-lies-have-come-true.