It was about three in the morning at Mexican Joe's. A dingy lantern hanging from the unused electric chandelier cast an eerie light against the cobwebbed walls. Everything was quiet except for the snores of Joe who lay beneath the counter. I was eating hot tamales while i waited for my relief on the Mexican quarter beat.
The Car in the Mexican Quarter
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