CEREBROS DE CACA
The woman sitting across the table from me wasn't my girl-
"Because it looks like baby shit," she said, matter-of-factly. She
I observed that she was gobbling away at her frijoles refritos
She didn't respond.
I answered for her, "It looks like puppy shit." Then I noted,
"Let's change the subject," she said.
After a brief silence, I offered, "Your hair looks nice tonight."
She had what I'd call the stereotypical 'Texas big hair': thick,
"Oh, thank you!" she said, clearly flattered by the untruth.
"By the way, if you're not gonna eat the guacamole, I'll take it."
"Baby shit!" she grinned, with all the maturity of someone half
As I picked up the dish, I resisted the impulse to smear the tangy