When one now thinks of Mexico as their home, being away one can feel homesick after a while and this is what I really miss. - the Mexico I left behind.
God how I miss serenading my loved one whilst she sucks on a cigarette cradling a rifle in her lap with belts of ammunition jewellery. My amigos drinking cheap mescal and eating beans and tortillas heartily swapping tales around a flickering camp fire somewhere up in the twinkling moonlit Sierra Madre.
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