Men in thick, curve-lipped boots forming half the body weight of an average teenager. Silhouettes of hat, no butt, and boot. Turquoise, orange, white; sleek, bubbly, spiky; long, flat, and pointy – boots Off The Ground. (For good measure.)
In the plazas, the shoes are continually shined, the sidewalks are regularly swept, and sometimes, the lone yelp of a brass trumpet breaks the silence.
In Chihuahua, there is never enough money, pero sí hay es esfuerzo.
Every morning, el viento chihuahuense blows in a circular rotunda of effervescent pesos, a solidified boredom, and the drone of an acrylic nail file ready to grind the dirt off, grind the time away, and bring the day in...