Before I knew his name, I knew his
smiley-badass-intellectual-Latino-smirk – usually with
a Marlboro Red hanging from the corner.
I would see him every Sunday at the Faultline,
chatting with random guys and getting buzzed on the
cheap beerbust beer. He was puro sexy. Always wearing
baggy cargo shorts. Always wearing flipflops. Always
showing enough of his upper body to keep my [...]





