>BATISTA could be here" he thought. "There could be BATISTA anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE BATISTA"" he thought. Tonight's The Night reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as Prater's wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of cubanos after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.
