Color tells the story. Time moves along,  and the layers get even heavier, and yet still I will give my all too you.  LIBRE SOY!  "One for the dust son!" "One for the dust!"  Denim, with a nice nickel shine, a ring worth a thousand years, loyalty, what happened to the American West? "One for the dust son! One for the dust!" Put a bullet right between the blue, right into that nickel....and I am free...LIBRE SOY!....Guatemala 2015  

  -----The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority but to escape into the ranks of the insane.......Marcus Aurelius