Friday, September 02, 2016

The General's supply of limes was getting desperately low.
He checked the positions data screen.
'We could take the state of Jalisco with a few thousand men. They've got lime trees up the ass down there. Those Huichols are baked on raicilla and peyote. They'll never know what hit them.'
He pulled the keyboard tray closer and started banging on the keys.