|Desperado by Robert Rodriguez|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Buscemi: That's my brand. Mmmmm...this is damn good. In fact, I'd say this is the best beer I ever had. Actually, I'm glad to be alive right now. I was up a few towns away, you know, Saragosa? I was visiting a bar there, not unlike this one. They serve beer, not quite as good as this, but close. I saw something there you wouldn't believe. Now this bar, it was full of real LOW-LIFES. Not like this place here; no, I mean bad, like "up to no good," do you know what I'm saying? Anyway I'm all by myself. I like it that way. Meanwhile things are going on, under the table kinds of things. Not obvious, but not too secret either. So, I'm sitting there...and in walks the BIGGEST Mexican I have ever seen. Big as sh!t, just walks in like he owns the place. Dark, too. I don't mean dark skinned; no, this was different. It was as if he was walking in a shadow. I mean every step he took towards the light--just when you thought his face was about to be revealed, it wasn't. It was as if the lights dimmed, just for him. So, this guy takes a seat at the bar, asks the bartender for a soda pop sits back and pays nothing.