Two and a half years ago Javier took me to watch Flamenco in Madrid. I fell in love with it. Today he took me to watch it here at home in Albuquerque. There’s actually an Albuquerque in Spain and I still remember the immigration officers laughing at the way I pronounced “Albuquerque” when they asked where I was coming from. I couldn’t figure out what the whole deal was at that time or why they had to call their friend over just to hear me say it and confirm it was the same town as in Breaking Bad. I was exhausted and a little mad at them but I guess they found me entertaining enough to let me through. Really, I shoulda told them they were a bunch of pelados, no manches, ya paren de ser tan cansones y sangrones. Ok that’s it. Night.