I met Pablo Cordova in the worst year of my life. I was seven, my parents divorced and worst of all, the only person that ever understood me, my Nana, had passed away.
One time I caught Pablo talking to himself. There was no one around and he was arguing with the air! Just thinking about it gives me the willies! If you were to tell me that a year from now, this lunatic would become as near and dear to me as my Nana, I'd probably tell you to go jump off your taco shell and sit on a chile!
Great stuff!
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