El Tabarojo is a myth; a cautionary tale of sorts, told and sold to long distance travellers so that their body will reach their destination at the same time as their soul. A backstreet Tijuanan soothsayer once, for the price of half a lime, sliced the back of my ear with a sharpened playing card so that El Tabarojo would be distracted and leave me in peace. It was, I believe, the three of spades. My soul is still with me, sure evidence of the wisdom of the bloodlet, and the power of an under-rated card.
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