Balls don’t stop bullets

I got pulled into a cantina early this afternoon (12:30) for a beer and to catch up with someone I haven’t seen in months.

This is Mexico. So local logic follows that one beer turned into three and a couple of tequilas.

We then exchanged all that two men can do in the course of a couple of hours spent drinking way too early in the day.

Mi compadre is 64 yo and I am almost 61. The biggest takeaway was ‘balls don’t stop bullets.’

Meaning you can be the biggest mofo in the region but balls and false bravado can get you killed seriously dead.

We both grinned and simultaneously grimaced at this truth; something most violent and prematurely deceased dead men never learn.

PS – Yes, hyperbole…

 

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