I had one peso left. I walked into a cantina and ordered a beer. There was no draft beer and bottle beer cost a peso. Thee was a group of young Mexicans at the end of the bar, and I got to talking to them. One of them showed me a Secret Service badge. Probably a phony, I decided. There's a phony cop in every Mexican bar. I found myself drinking a tequila. The last thing I remembered was the sharp taste of the lemon I sucked with the glass of tequila.
(from Junky)
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