We arrived around 6:00 PM. Sun was going down. People were going

home. I was arriving home. My backpack with Tequila, limes, a tuna

sandwich and a tuna can for the cat. Didn’t really sketched anybody.

Everyone was leaving in a hurry. That was all right. Evening arrived.

Lobo was next to me. I had already fed him. He doesn’t suffer.

By 7:00 PM, started raining. Lobo and I run to hide by the huge shadow

between the Mausoleum and the large old tree in front of my Mama’s

large marble stone. I lit the petroleum lamp. I hugged Lobo close to

me. We hugged as brothers. As when I was a kid and hugged my

brothers in México. Watching the rain through the window to the patio.

Hearing the loud thunderbolts. The storm passed. Lobo and I went to

my Mama’s large marble stone. I wiped out the water off of the slab

with my hands. The sky cleared. The moon shone. Everything was

going to be OK. Pull out my Tequila…limes…cigarettes..and the world

fell on place. As a cogwheel falls in place in the Universe.

Life was good.

EO