Not Long Winded

Moises got a tiny, green and white whistle in his box of Cracker Jack when he was 3.


He would blow that thing at his sister, the dog and all over the house and yard, and squeal with joy between toots, you know?


But the best whistling was by his papa, Juan, who could whistle and sound like the birds.


So Moises practiced whistling like his papa, like the birds, through his childhood and could do so, beautifully, and even the girls at school thought it was pretty.


When he was 17, Moises blew the whistle on the Mexican mafia, and they found his ass in the riverbed with a ’Colombian necktie,‘ you know, where they slice your throat and yank your tongue down through the opening?


It wasn’t pretty.