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Just bought this suit at Needless Markups.”
“You’re just a bundle of optimism, aren’t you?” “I am a realist. The UN is too naïve, the Black Knights are too powerful, the campesinos here are too weak, and the municipal governments are too corrupt for there to be lasting change.”
“Mamacita,” Cruz called out to her. “Say a prayer for us, okay?” With a rueful smile, the small woman said, “Praying for your survival is a waste of time. I will, instead, pray for your souls.”
“Nobody down here feels any sympathy for you Americans and your drug problems. Why should we? You have everything you want up there. Opportunity to make anything out of your lives you can imagine. And twenty percent of you throw your lives away, buying the drugs that fuel the wars that kill my people. I wish America would stop taking drugs, but you won’t, so I don’t care what happens to you. I just want you to stop hurting our country with your debauchery.”
pickle juice was full of salt and electrolytes, and it helped him stay hydrated
