Antonio
AntonioAntonioIt didn’t surprise me to see the chico here. He was good at finding trouble. Although, I was relieved to find him after having lost him. The few times I’d gone looking and found him, he’d been in deep s**t. I was happy he was okay. It seemed the girl had kept him safe as I had suspected she would. They always did.
The bartender wrinkled his ugly nose over at me when I spoke up in regard to the guitar case.
“Yes, looks like your patrons could use some enlightening music. Can I play here?” I asked after downing the shot of tequila he had put in front of me. The bartender took the glass from me and laid it down on the counter behind the bar.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to take your guitar case and get going, amigo,” the bartender said. The thick mustache
