They sounded a lot like me and my old girlfriend Loretta, but I swore to myself that I would stop thinking about her ass, even though every Cleopatra-looking Latina in the city made me stop and wish she would come back to me.

“They say it came from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it w…”

“Like they say: los que menos corren, vuelan.”

“but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eati…”

“I mean, shit, what Latino family doesn't think it's cursed?”