Some Jalapenas A Six pack Of Lone Star And Thou
Just another Holiday Inn Friday night in Harlingen, Texas. Downstairs in the El Cid Lounge, Dapper Bobby Denisio chinks his way through “Honey” on jaundiced Steinway keys as travel-numbed citrus buyers and Margarita-giddied steno queans evanesce in the dim.
Just another Holiday Inn Friday night in Harlingen, Texas. Downstairs in the El Cid Lounge, Dapper Bobby Denisio chinks his way through “Honey” on jaundiced Steinway keys as travelnumbed citrus buyers and Margaritagiddied steno queans evanesce in the dim. At one a.m. the El Cid will shut the bar and the last local television station will sign off following some creep’s attempt to get every insomniac in the Valley hot for Ezekiel 26:20. Upstairs in Room 216, however, the night is yet moist from the womb.