Just back from a long vacation… he unpacked his mind… and put his thoughts away… some went back into the closet… some, the chest of drawers… others got hung on…

Following years of running wild, from Texas into Mexico… pursued by the ruthless Texas Rangers… and the ferocious Mexican Federalizes… their horses dead, their bullets gone, their guns rendered useless……

There he was… alone… sitting on a cold green metal chair… backed into a corner… of an 8 x 7 cement block room… thirsty… hungry… handcuffed… humiliated… hallucinating… that he…