It was weeks after the alien attack before someone even thought about Little Dopey’s car and when it was remembered, of course it was Oso who brought it up. That vato was always sliding in here and there, getting what he could get, slick-like. No one knows why they called him Oso, it should have been Rat, because that’s what he was, a rat skulking around the sides of things, watching for an opportunity then dashing in and stealing a choice piece of whatever. No one really liked him, but he was familia, so they kind of had to have him around.
Smiley in particular couldn’t stand him. She absolutely hated his bright, beady, almost black eyes that darted around her apartment covetously, then when Ruben wasn’t around, he’d look her up and down too, like he was trying to figure out which bits he wanted and how to get them. He always made me feel dirty and trucha, like she had to always be on guard with the fool. Some days she just wanted to stick a knife in his neck. Today was one of them – when he brought up the car. ‘Asshole’ she thought. ‘What a fucking tapado.” Read more