"'American Cousin,' he continued, toking on then passing the joint to me again and again, 'I have a story to tell you. You see, there are very few Jewish people here in Mexico City, but the protocol is that I must socialize and eventually marry a nice Jewish Princess who is born in Mexico. This makes my options very limited. So when I met Maria, and I fell in love, I had to keep this to myself. You see, Cousin, she is a poor Mexican and what's worse, she is already married and divorced. My parents will not like this one beat. So I have to keep this to myself." And then he pulled up to this concrete block of a home and excused himself while he went out to get the girls. I was more wasted than I could ever remember being.'"