Sunday, October 11, 2009

sinaloa continued

There’s a roach-coach taco stand on foothill where Yasmin has been going since she was a little girl. Two women are inside, and they cook the meat and flatten the dough, and Jas talks to them like old friends. On the sidewalk there’s a few tables and some chairs, we sit down and eat and drink and I kick the beer into the bushes when the cops come for their tacos too. This is the kind of spot most people miss out on.

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