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Alfonzo Diaz navigated the rough streets of New York City by gaining a fearsome reputation as 'Los Ojos Azules', czar of a burgeoning drug cartel in Spanish Harlem. When his beloved Uncle is murdered, he meets the fearless and beautiful Selange who unlocks the secrets of his heart. Alfonzo seeks to find the killer and ultimately learns he is the prey. Can Alfonzo protect his family and the woman he loves from a tenacious killer or will a secret about his father destroy his only chance at happiness?

It's 10:00 P.M on a Tuesday here on the east coast (Alexandria, Virginia to be exact) which would make it 9:00 P.M., in Grand Island, Nebraska. That's where I ended up the evening of my second day of hitchhiking, just before dark, with the light fading. I hadn't been to sleep, hadn't eaten much, probably, hadn't done much of anything but stand at the top of the freeway on-ramps (the Highway Patrol would arrest you if you were down on the Interstate) with my thumb out, hoping that someone would stop, anyone, and give me some kind of ride, no matter how short, that got me closer to my destination. And car after car after car after car would pass, on and on and on, until finally someone would make eye contact, slow down, pull over, let you in. I had a big pack with me so settling in would have taken a moment or two, and then you're off with your next ride. I always loved that initial moment, the stop, when you never knew what kind of hand you would get. I have no idea how many rides it took me to get to Grand Island---I'd guess fifteen, but it could have been more. I probably kept count; at that time I probably could have given a running description of every ride.
I had left Cambridge (Ohio) that Monday morning. I can vaguely remember standing there, out at the intersection of I-70 and State Route 209. I suppose I was terribly excited. I don't remember any apprehension, but there might have been a little. If there was, I'll blame it on my mother---she took me out there and saw me off. She tells me she was afraid she would never see me again, but she's like that.
I don't remember a single ride from the first day---there was a fellow who went into great detail about how when it came time to sell his car, he was going to hook a motor up to his odomotor and take 100,000 miles off---he would sell the car with 100.000 miles on it instead of 200,000 (he was a salesman who drove a lot).
He had taken good care of the car, plastic covers on the sets, regular oil changes---no one would ever know unless they took the wheels apart and looked at the bearings.
I remember that story, but I can't say it was on my trip west.
The first thing I do remember was being in Kansas City, looking at the early morning skyline, say about 5:30. Someone had let me out and I don't remember him (most all my rides were with men, or couples) and someone picked me up, and I don't remember him. So I had hitchhiked all day, and through the night, without a break. I left I-70 and headed northwest, towards St. Joseph, feeling a little sadness, because I-70 went through my hometown, and so was a tangible link that I was leaving behind.
It would have been somewhere beyond St. Joseph, sometime past noon of the second day, that I got the ride with the fellow who told me about Hiawatha, Kansas.
There was a grave there that was so fantastic that I just had to go see it, even though it was a little out of my way. Some fellow's wife had died, and he was so broken up about it that he had had a mausoleum made out of Carrera marble (I remember that detail) and had Italian sculptors make these really elaborate carvings, and well, it was just something you had to see.
So I hitchhiked over to Hiawatha, and walked out to the cemetery (there weren't a lot cars headed that way (there are three "e's" buried in the cemetery, in case you want to remember how to spell it)).
So I saw the famous grave in Hiawatha (I'll insert a link when I get a chance) and the next thing I remember was Lincoln, Nebraska. Somebody explained to me that Lincoln had the longest Main Street in the country. It was like forty miles long.
And not long after that, I was in Grand Island, tired, exhausted, and hungry, and probablyhot and certainly dirty. I hated all of that, especially not having had a shower, and not having had any sleep. I gave in, capitulated, went over to the dark side---I went to the bus station and bought a ticket for Ogden, Utah, got on the bus, and most probably went to sleep.

I'll leave you all with a quote from Scrubs, since I have been watching it non stop all weekend...enjoy!

Janitor: Hey, have you been stealing pudding cups and toilet paper around here?
J.D.: [stammers] No! I hate pudding and I don't use... toilet paper.
Janitor: [Janitor stares]
J.D.: I have one of those French things that shoots water up your butt.

*update* I have no idea what is was about this photo that made it so popular, but I really appreciate all this views. This is now, by far, my most viewed photo, so thank you all so much for checking it out!

*actualizada* No tengo idea de lo que es que hizo que esta foto fuera tan popular, pero de verdad les agredezco todas los views. Esta foto, ahora, esta lejos mi foto mas vista, asi que muchas gracias por haber venido a verla!

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