D bottom of d bullet in d cloud gun is so rough it knocks me breathless 2 d terrace floor. D smoke is thin but unfiltered, wat am I lukin 4? here? in life? El Salvadore? Is dis wat a last breathe feels liek wen der is no moar air? My dad said mb it wudnt b liek I membered it cumin back 2 Antigua. D jungle eats everytin. I cud c it on der faces. ”Hay dos tipos d extraneros q viene aqui va vos, ellos con un sueno y los locos, y la majoria es los dos va vos”, I said 2 Duglas hanging on d bars in...