Okay, imagine you've been spending some time
in El Paso (which I have), and you venture across
the border to Juarez where they retail every
possible form of cactus brandy, you know,
tequila, tequila reposado, sotol, agave,
mescal with the drowned cactus worm in
it, and you pick up a generous sampling
strictly for anthropological purposes of course,
and when you are five or six sheets to the
wind under the paralyzing influence of
these Aztec potions, you go websurfing
and you discover THIS. Yes, this.
Oh mi dios, una quÈ alucinaciÛn sin piedad se ha presentado del jugo del cacto.
