Chacho flips the meat on the grill and they get into one of those Tex-Mex border skirmishes about the marinade. “You beaners use too much lime,” Eddie says between swallows of cerveza. “Shit, if I wanted fruit juice, I’d get a V8.” Chacho says good-naturedly, “You pochos wouldn’t know good meat if it hung between your legs, which it don’t.” “You want to see?” Eddie asks. “Didn’t bring my magnifying glass,” Chacho says.
