Bottle in A Mexican's Eye

Chapter Two:

First and foremost I think everyone needs a 'the hermit' in their life. The way people act in this book, the hospitality that the characters have come so natural to them. It's really cool, for lack of a better adjective. It's like if everyone could be equally hospitable we would have world peace and never-ever-going-to-happen things of that sort.

The Espanol Bar- There is almost nothing worse than when someone is talking to you plain as day and you have no earthly idea what they're saying, frustrating much? He sweeps, does his good deed of the day, kid deserves a drink! Using the bottles as weapons was quite resourceful (or am I supposed to use present tense?). Taking the bottle and breaking it on the man, then coming in for a second hit was mildly violent but it's nothing close to the guts and buckets of blood I'm expecting to come from this book.

The Losing of the Mule- This part was really boring it literally took me 10 minutes to read 2 pages. He loses the mule, asks a Black if he had seen it and he goes down the river and finds his hot rod ride and semi kicks it, okay...? super awesome. when do the machetes come in?