On the mornings when I too-hesitantly hoist myself from my perfect well of dreams, or linger too long amongst the crumpled pillows, empty glasses, and half-chewed limes that litter the floor of the room I’m forbidden to enter, I have to tiptoe out past Leonardito. Little Leonard. The sleeping cock that’s awoken her old man since before she was even a twinkle in his vengeful brown eyes, since before he started “shootin’ suitors fer fun,” and way before I decided to trade a degree of safety for the pleasures of her room.

Sauza
Live a legend.