Paco is my dreadlocked Chicano/Yaqui/Sober/Rasta/Radical husband who has a penchant for boiling down life's complexities into streetwise, edgy phrases.
Elusive as he is, I don't have any photos of him to offer. But I do have a couple of gems that only could come from Paco.
On going to see an artsy, foreign film:
"I don't want to see some movie about a kid in Norway tryin' to fly a kite."
On the misbehaviors of my twin 8 year old cousins, little demons with slickly combed hair and preppie sweaters:
"Who invited the Menendez Brothers?"
(remember Lyle and Eric?)
graffiti left on one of my inspirational, visioning post-it notes:
My words: What is it I want?
Scraggly graffiti added: "Chocolate cookies!! And a little respect..."
More will be revealed...