Gas, Food Lodging

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If it weren't for Elvia Rivero,

this story wouldn't even be worth telling.

Whenever Elvia

came to this dead old town...

well, it's like she woke the place up.

My hometown, Laramie, New Mexico,

it came alive.

Elvia Rivero was the one

who made me laugh when I needed to laugh.

She made me cry when no one was looking.

But most of all, Elvia could put into words

everything I was thinking.

It was Elvia who first gave me the idea.

It was decided then and there.

I knew what was missing from my life.

A man.

Sh*t!

Oh, no! Don't get me wrong.

Not a man for me, for my mom.

Then we could do all the dumb normal stuff

regular families do.

Hi, Darius.

Come in.

I can't. I have to go meet my stupid sister.

Maybe I want to sit at the counter.

Don't worry, as soon as I'm out of here,

you can do whatever the f*** you want.

Promises.

Hello, girls.

- Trudi.

- Thanks.

I'll send your favorite waitress over as soon

as she finishes the big party in back.

You want something to drink?

Yeah, a Slice, in a big huge glass

with some ice, please.

- She's waiting.

- What?

- Diet Pepsi.

- Diet Pepsi. Okay.

So, where is our favorite waitress, anyway?

I got the most amazing idea today, Trudi.

Oh, man!

- Lo siento, seorita.

- It's no problem.

It was an accident.

God, don't just stand there, wetback,

get a towel! Clean it up!

Glad he didn't spill it on me.

I have a date later.

Really? With who?

Nobody you'd know.

By the way, the name's Javier, not wetback.

My family's been in this town

for five generations.

Where is the b*tch? I don't have all night.

The old b*tch is coming.

She heard you. If I was you I'd just keep

my mouth shut on your date tonight.

You risk blowing it.

He's an idiot, he isn't interested

in my f***ing vocabulary.

I didn't say "old."

Oh, goody.

Come on, girls, make it quick, I'm snowed.

Why are you working two stations?

Unlike some people, I notice.

Yeah, some people notice.

What are you gonna have?

A dinner salad with blue cheese dressing.

No dressing, just a lemon wedge.

That's it? No way.

You're having some protein, Trudi.

- Come on, I had protein once already today.

- Like what?

- You're having the fish.

- Fish? Make me sick.

Fine. Bring it. I won't eat anything then.

- What are you going to have?

- BLT with onion rings?

Could I get another Slice

in a big glass with ice?

Where is Javier?

- He walked.

- He walked?

He just walked out?

That's just great.

I am not going out with a beautiful boy

smelling like grease and fish. F*** that.

- Where are you going?

- I'm not eating. Forget it.

That's just great, Trudi.

Eighty-six the red snapper.

The question was,

what sort of man would my mom go for?

My dad walked off

before I could remember things.

And I hadn't seen her with any other guy

in almost two years...

since the one who held the gun on us.

Before him there was this rich guy who took

me and my sister to Kmart one day...

and let us buy anything we wanted.

And we said, "Marry him, Mom."

But she said no because if she did,

it would be for the wrong reasons.

So that was the end of that.

Then there was this young guy.

He was more of a pal.

Now, he used to turn off all the lights

in the trailer and go, "Bring me the knife!"

And me and Trudi

would hide in the dark and scream.

Mom would get all mad at him and say:

"Stop it! You're getting them all wound up

before bedtime."

And we'd all laugh so she had to laugh, too.

I wonder whatever happened to him.

There are so many kinds of guys.

There's so many kinds.

But there was only one guy missing.

El Paso.

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