It’s August. And down in Mexico, that means it’s bullfighting season. It might be time to head back down to Tijuana to dance with the girls in the red dresses.
Or maybe not. Maybe I should just sit tight, lay low, hunker down here in Room 5, and not come out until I finish one or more of these goddamn books.
N.P.: “Bombshell from Hell” – Scum of the Earth
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