Paco
Chile’s cops, the ones who always find you when you’re high, broke, and trying to sneak out of the house like a rat.
Paco showed up at my door at 3 A. M. with a ticket and a grin.
He gave me a warning and said, 'Don’t make me come back.'
I got a fine for eating a taco on the street. That’s when I knew I was doomed.