Mariguano

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Raulito likes Don Beto's yellow vans, but I always go for the underdog and pick Don Félix's franja roja vans. By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions. Mom and my Old Man stay in room 324 and Raulito and I are in 325—Mom says it doesn't look right for kids to be alone in a hotel without a parent near. A guy carrying a gas can gets off the other yellow van and starts dousing the franja roja as the passengers fall over each other trying to get off the pesera.

The narrator, el Johnny, and his father, Don Julio, crisscross through Mexico with total disregard for distance or time bribing comandantes and stopping turf wars all in preparation for their next score. Mariguano is a fictional account of a young man growing up in a family in whose patriarch is a Mexican drug lord. It’s a breakthrough of styles and traditions at once, a joyous “Rhythmic Emancipation” for all to enjoy.The narrative is amazing, but it's the unique perspective and candor of the author that give this book life. I learn all kinds of things from these guys, like always be wary of the kindness of strangers and never trust a guy who says, "Trust me. Don Gato stops chewing on his tongue and strokes his mustache so that I catch a glimpse of his bottom lip then fixes his coke-bottle glasses and says, “We’re making the criminals pay, that’s for sure. Arturo looks at Vicente then back at me and says, "Your dad said to find you guys then pick up a bottle of Buchanan's. Guys have told me that when the mineral water shoots up the nose and hits the base of the neck it feels like the soul is ripped from the body.

But when she broke up with him, he chopped the tree down, and the crashing timber fell so hard that even his heart ached. The Marquis has tinted windows, custom rims, and I can hear the distinct squawk of radio chatter so I know they’re Federales.In the room, Don Gato stands in front of me and stops chewing on his tongue to smile and stare at me with blood shot eyes made even larger and redder by the thickness of his glasses. I only catch a glimpse of the driver’s arm and the side of his head before the window goes up and the car pulls out of the gas station. You should’ve seen that guy’s face when he saw me standing in front of him dressed like a cura,” Armando says. I'm raised in a decent house that doesn't tolerate foul language or lies, and I have to take my plate to the sink after I eat. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.