Disclaimers: Don't own Once Upon A Time in Mexico or either of its characters. They all belong to Robert Rodriquez.
Summary: These are the thoughts of one Agent Sands.
Great, I'm blind and with a young annoying bubble gum fucking selling young boy. He won't stop; I don't know: staring. I can feel it. It's there. The damn staring. Ok, maybe I'm getting just a little bit paranoid but well hell I've always been paranoid.
Even in the past I was paranoid. Being the Central Intelligent Agent means for you to be a little paranoid. Ok with me, it might be a little more.
Ok let's think what the fuck I'm gonna do in this fucking country now that I'm well bitching like a horse's ass blind and well the coup. Not working so much now.
El. The Mariachi. Damn the fucking Mexican. Oh now I need a drink. Tequila and rum. Nah, throw the rum aside and have tequila with Puerco Pibil and lime. Damn. I am getting hungry.
For food? Doubt that. Blood... Yeah blood sounded good. I need to kill. Those damn bastards. I already killed that shitty piece of shit of a woman. Ok a beautiful seductive one too, but uh… ok let's forget that.
I smell shit. I smell fucking shit. The crap of a fuckmoot's shit.
I need to leave. Leave the country? Maybe… Go to fucking Alaska. Yeah that's it. Go to Alaska.
Fuck, I'm bored.