Big Joey lumbered into the shelter…olive skinned…..somehow stepping Flamenco. …

How are you my friend?….I am Jose the Spaniard, a piss-yellow smile, And you?…

I am Basque, extended a hand….

Oh….we are brothers, the fat man said, We are familia….

Uh…..no….We are not….

Oh yes, He encouraged,…No difference….

Oh yeah?….Tell that to fucking Franco…..