A Little Bite, Please~

The puffed up cop leaned against our pickup holding the expired registration and Alan’s driver’s license. Casting his eyes toward heaven he said, “Huy, putchica.” I guess the best translation for this is, “Ouch, life sucks.” Literally it’s more like “Ouch, little whore,” and they use it for all sorts of occasions the way weContinue reading “A Little Bite, Please~”