"Everybody has a tequila story, and it's usually that they drank too
much when they were in college and how they'll never drink it again," Zapata tells Joan Raymond. Sure enough, Zapata has a few tales of a decidedly different nature.
You'll read about the early morning it appeared that he was having "one of those out-of-body athletic experiences" jumping rope in Room 504 somewhere in the U.S.A., as well as the time he tried to convince a Secret Service agent that it would be a good idea for him to give the First Lady a bottle of Tres Generaciones Plata. Uh-uh. Then there was the big guy in the South who shook his hand and seemed to say, "I like your horny toes." It took a while for Zapata's left temporal lobe to translate from the Alabamian. "I'm so glad you like our Hornitos," he eventually replied with a big salesman's grin.
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