Pfft, forget stickers, back home I got my own minigolf course. You, my friend, are thinking too small.
[It's the goofiest looking thing in the world. The cardboard cutout's eyes are looking in opposite directions, people have to hit the ball through his midsection, and they got half of his markings all wrong - and Jaime loves it to death. It's the most hilarious thing he's ever seen in the world, and that's counting the fact that they've got Blue Beetle nights at a local pub with his likeness etched on the glasses when he's not even legal yet.
One day, he's going to find the most inaccurate, most insulting piece of merchandise with him on it, and he's going to buy ten of them.
If Bart was expecting another run as fast as the first one, he'll be disappointed. Jaime keeps on getting distracted by how similar some things look, and how different others look, and while he doesn't say anything, it makes him slow down, staring pensively at the rows of unfamiliar places filled with unfamiliar people before heading on out again. He's gotten used to the feeling of homesickness by now, but it still makes something in his throat tighten, something in his stomach hurt. It's hard to tell any of that on Jaime on a good day, let alone with his mask on, but seeing El Paso like this brings it all up to the surface again.
Being here makes him feel like it would be just a short trip back home, and he'd be able to walk inside and see his family again. He'd give anything to be with them again, some days, to eat his father's familiar cooking and to tell his mother about his day, to cart Milagro around on his back before dumping her unceremoniously on the couch again. They're such small, insignificant things, but he knows that they're things that his family lived without for a year. They were strong, and he can be too.
Despite Jaime's notable lack of speed, they manage to hit up four or five promising - and inexpensive - burger and chicken joints, and soon they're full up on more food than Jaime can possibly stomach, but that's what Bart's for.] Okay, [he says, as they walk out of the last place,] I think that'll about do it. There's just one more place I wanna check out.
hope you don't mind myskipping ahead a bit!
[It's the goofiest looking thing in the world. The cardboard cutout's eyes are looking in opposite directions, people have to hit the ball through his midsection, and they got half of his markings all wrong - and Jaime loves it to death. It's the most hilarious thing he's ever seen in the world, and that's counting the fact that they've got Blue Beetle nights at a local pub with his likeness etched on the glasses when he's not even legal yet.
One day, he's going to find the most inaccurate, most insulting piece of merchandise with him on it, and he's going to buy ten of them.
If Bart was expecting another run as fast as the first one, he'll be disappointed. Jaime keeps on getting distracted by how similar some things look, and how different others look, and while he doesn't say anything, it makes him slow down, staring pensively at the rows of unfamiliar places filled with unfamiliar people before heading on out again. He's gotten used to the feeling of homesickness by now, but it still makes something in his throat tighten, something in his stomach hurt. It's hard to tell any of that on Jaime on a good day, let alone with his mask on, but seeing El Paso like this brings it all up to the surface again.
Being here makes him feel like it would be just a short trip back home, and he'd be able to walk inside and see his family again. He'd give anything to be with them again, some days, to eat his father's familiar cooking and to tell his mother about his day, to cart Milagro around on his back before dumping her unceremoniously on the couch again. They're such small, insignificant things, but he knows that they're things that his family lived without for a year. They were strong, and he can be too.
Despite Jaime's notable lack of speed, they manage to hit up four or five promising - and inexpensive - burger and chicken joints, and soon they're full up on more food than Jaime can possibly stomach, but that's what Bart's for.] Okay, [he says, as they walk out of the last place,] I think that'll about do it. There's just one more place I wanna check out.