“What’s this bullshit now?” “We’re, uh, going to Mexico.” “Shit, what’d we do?” “We’re not fleeing the country, Bill.” “Hail of bullets trying to cross the border, man. Gypsy told me that’s the way I go.” “I think we’re gonna fly.” “Oh, that’s okay then. The fuck we doing in Mexico?” “Gig.” “Which band we … Continue reading Neither Of These Men Is Rappaport