Juan Wayne's black cowboy hat fits tight against his skull, and the paper cutout of the Virgin of Guadalupe taped inside it rubs annoyingly against his head. The 14-year-old grabs a hollow glass tube from the dashboard of his beat-up Chevy, stuffs it with steel wool, taps out two fat yellow chunks of crack rock from a prescription bottle, pushes one in the glass, and lets the acetylene-fueled glow from his pocket torch burn a rotten fog into his lungs. He quickly loads another jumbo, slugs some bitter mezcal straight from the bottle, pushes an extended clip into his AK,... More >>>