Manuel

(On Phone) We're lookin' at makin a big push this year. The Columbian's have this whole Hooray for America shit going on and they are going to be streaming across like crackheads at the baking soda factory. Hold on (To Manuel) Manuel! What the fuck are you doing? You close that door before the next car comes in! You want to get shipped back home to your little shack and have to live with your wife and kids? No? So, follow the goddamned rules. Siga las goddamn reglas. (He points to a sign that says Siga Las Reglas). (Back to phone) You there? What was I saying? Yeah, so you better be ready handle some hard working Columbian chullos by the end of the year or I'm going to have find someone who can. What? I thinkin at least thirty heads a week, maybe two or three trucks. Yeah? Well, you better, I'm fuckin giving you first crack at this, don't fuck me.

It Haunts Mine

Ever been out in the cold so long that your breath stops steaming? Everything inside you freezes up, but you're still alive. It doesn't feel like anything, its the shivering that's bad. Once your skin
has chapped over, your lips dried, there is a place of calm, an acceptance that death is looking you in the eye, waiting for God's choice. There's this focus that comes then, like looking through a crystal window. You start to notice the edges of things. Color disappears, there is dark and light, intensity and shadow, and you realize that things have always looked this way, you've just never been still enough to see it. That's me everyday, without the love I had with her, the world just spins
around me, clear as glass and frozen.