Flaco was a lanky kid about 13, shoeless, mute, and destitute. A trainyard orphan of Mazatlan, Mexico. In exchange for a tip, Flaco would help us load the customer’s luggage onto the Mexican train. Our “customers” were western-state college students looking to let loose on our embarrassingly wild, Spring Break “all you could eat, drink, party n’ puke” 7-day train drain. It was our last night Read More …