This is beauty with sharp edges; a carefully crafted kaleidoscope made out of broken mirrors, and razor blades, and other junk yard treasures. It had me entranced, and left me heart broken.
'Mutts,' he said. 'You ain’t white and you ain’t Puerto Rican. Watch how a purebred dances, watch how we dance in the ghetto.' Every word was shouted over the music, so it was hard to tell if he was mad or just making fun.