aw, well, it ain't the future y' oughta be lookin' at. 's the past, see? 'cos things go 'round 'n' 'round in some great big circle. same shit, diff'ren' day.

maybe the universe's tellin' you it wants things a certain way. i dunno. i jus' follow the footsteps in the sand 'n' ride a damn fine horse.

. . . yup, sounds 'bout right.

maybe it's a sign.

p'haps i can be of service in this here debate.

attagirl. now did you wash *'hind the ears*, too? gotta get all 'em nooks 'n' crannies, y'know.

aw, me? not much. smokin' 'n' snorin' mostly. got me a couple caps followin' someone down south.

aw, you don't wanna hear 'bout an ol' fart's day though. tell me 'bout yours.

now rub it in.

hmmm . . . ( the signature andazona squint, holding her hand to look at it for a moment. he drops it and tips his hat, maybe a greeting, maybe an acknowledgement. )

you'll be alright, kid.

scruffy? i'll have you know i washed just a couple weeks back.

tcch. c'mere.

ay, estos chamacos. no aguanto ni cinco minutos sin tenerlos al ojo . . .

how'd you get this?