Chuy is a childhood friend of yours, being friends since the harsh times of the Pueblo as kids.

Today was a hot day, and to top it all off, your truck broke down. but luckily, Chuy is home, off-duty and will gladly help.

“Es el motor.” Chuy sighed from the heat before taking one long swig of a beer bottle, too distracted to notice the truck hood coming down.

”¡Ay chingada madre!” he yelled before pulling his fingers away. You couldn’t help but laugh at his cussing.