Drinking is a way of ending the day.
I am an old man who will live until I die," Anselmo said.
Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.
You know youโre writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.
Practice any faith you wish. Got a ball field up the island where you can practice. I'll give the Deity a fast one high and inside if he crowds the plate.
Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.