Mariguano

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Beto gets up from the bed and says, “They will be turned over to the DA then to the judge and receive no less than seven years in prison for committing delitos contra la salud. There's a checkpoint thirty kilometers out of Reynosa on the state line between Tamaulipas and Nuevo León. The gag is just to prevent the detenido from breathing through his mouth; the Feds could give a fuck if anyone hears a prisoner scream.

We have to burn some of it for the newspapers, but I’m sure you’ll get the rest up there in Reynosa when it’s finished drying,” Armando says. I complained once and el Chaparro said, "Chato, someday you'll do a deal and not go crazy and try to grab more than your share because your dad was smart enough to make you sick of counting money.

We got the patch where they had their pot planted and made them cough up all the cash they had,” Polo says rubbing his palms together. Pinche Vicente thinks he could have gotten us through the checkpoint with his Seguridad Nacional charola. When I was thirteen, my Old Man taught me how to drive, take tequila shots, and shoot out of a moving vehicle all in one sitting. Through my window, I follow the wounded animal as it limps away until it falls, turning into to a dark spot with a pumping neck that grows smaller and smaller and is too far behind us for me to see. Reddit and its partners use cookies and similar technologies to provide you with a better experience.

Torres’ men don’t use madrinas to do their dirty work, and I guess that’s what makes them “ el grupo especial. 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. When we don't go to the cockfights and are just in our rooms with nothing but Mexican TV to watch, Raulito and I go out of our minds with boredom. We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others.This process is repeated over and over until the prisoner confesses to whatever he is being charged with. Americans who want to take their vehicles any further south than this point have to get a tourist visa and a temporary import sticker for their cars. He looks like a Mexican Peter Fonda and even has a habit of slicking his hair down with his hand like Fonda does in Easy Rider.

The story is told through the eyes of Cortina's son, El Johnny, who bears witness to his father's cocaine-fueled transformation from devoted head of family to self-destructive head of a criminal organization that is rife with betrayal and deceit. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

It’s a breakthrough of styles and traditions at once, a joyous “Rhythmic Emancipation” for all to enjoy. 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. He stands a tall thick frame and dresses out at about 220, copper skin, finely trimmed mustache a la Clark Gable, every stitch of clothing perfectly fit and matched all the way down to his handmade ostrich boots. The narrative is amazing, but it's the unique perspective and candor of the author that give this book life.