Sent c mo el agua entr estrepitosamente a mi nariz y boca, y entonces me di cuenta de que me estaba ahogando, que estaba estirando mis brazos, tratando de agarrarme de algo, pero no hab a nada m s que l quido y oscuridad. Me hund como un maldito ladrillo, voohh, vooohh, vooohh, directamente hacia el fondo. Mierda, sent que iba a morir. Pero entonces comenc a mover mi cuerpo, agitando mis piernas y mis brazos. Comenc a subir, subir y subir y eeeehhhsh, sal del agua gritando, "Ahhhhgggghhhhh, Ahhhhgggghhhhh!"

Once the leash is severed by a young tribal-lone-wolf, his patterned-yet-unplanned existence cycles outward in widening spirals of self-induced disaster, short-lived redemption, and general calamity. Roberto Preza's bold-yet-self-dreprecating narration guides the reader through the reckless life and adventures of his first twenty years as a tribal lone wolf in El Salvador and California, with multiple sojourns in and journies through Guatemala and Mexico, first as part of a Tom-and-Huck runaway duo and later on solo treks.