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In Mexico, a zacahuil was a tamale up to six feet long. Thanks to the activities of the Los Zetas cartel, to zacahuil meant to roast another human being alive in an oven.

“Fucking crackers,” said Negus. “I have a shotgun in the car, if that helps.”
“I think they prefer ‘hillbillies,’ ” said Schuler. “Still, I’d get that shotgun if I were you.”

“It must be hard to have cynicism as a default mode.”
“Sentimentality wasn’t working, so I learned to live with the burden.”
“You need to smoke some weed, take up yoga, anything that could help. You’re a very wound-up person. I mean, that pistol-whipping threat, was it kind? Was it necessary?”

“Beautiful night,” I said.
“Someone once told me all those stars were dead,” said Gibson, “but he was an asshole. It’s just old light, from thousands and thousands of years ago, that’s only reaching us now. We’re looking back in time, staring at fragments of the past scattered above our heads.”

I’ve decided that gods may be just another kind of creature. I don’t think they have a form, or none beyond the ones we give them, which we create from what’s familiar to us, whether frightening or consoling. Some gods endure and some don’t.