Magazine rip outs cluttered his muro above his bed. Everynight he slept peacefully cocooned in Hill's sheet sets , and clutched his golden wigged almohada tight.
Across the country...

She searches around for her good lighter, those cheap ones always burn out right before tu melt that last good blast... Bobby-pinning her extensions to cover the bald patches has become such a chore since she had that freak out with the "Chef". And why hasn't he called her anyway? He should have been payed up for that $20 job from last Friday por now....
To be con't...