I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico.
I've never had puerco pibil. I'm honestly afraid to at this point.
Restoring the Balance
My name is Sheldon Jeffery Sands.
He had to keep saying it.
I work for the Central Intelligence Agency.
At least in his head.
I throw shapes.
So he wouldn't lose his ground.
I set them up.
His own balance, so to speak.
I watch them fall.
Now that he had no eyes and was shot full of holes, he had to have something to hold on to.
I am living . . .
Besides Bubble Gum Boy anyway.
. . . la vida loca.
He didn't know what he was going to do with the rest of his life.
The painkillers they had pumped him full of before digging out his eyes would be wearing off soon.
And after that, well, life would be even more fucked than it already was.
But in the meantime . . .
What am I going to do, what am I going to do?
. . . there was only one thing that really . . .
Yes.
. . . mattered.
The kid was there.
"Hey."
He could smell him.
"Take me to the nearest dive in this trash heap."
Puerco pibil.
With tequila.
And lime.
And if it was really good . . .
And I mean really, really . . .
. . . he was going pay his check . . .
. . . goddamn . . .
. . . walk straight to the kitchen . . .
. . . good.
. . . and shoot the cook.
Just to restore . . .
Like, sublime.
. . . the balance.
Honestly, this is one of my favorite shoot ' em up movies of all time. Right along with Mad Max: Fury Road.
And Sands is just unbelievable. I mean, dang, dude.
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