WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

With my full head of shaggy windblown hair, perfect smile and smoking threads (including my plaid sweater vest and polyester never-crease stretch pants) the chicks totally dig me. Even Carrie back there on the cart with Herb—she’d ditch him in a second to go out with me. That’s cool, but I’ve got Betty here, who by the way is looking super foxy in her fitted blouse, functional skort and hot pastel knee socks. And oh yeah, that sporty green scarf will come in handy later (nudge, nudge). Hey bud, get ready for some serious night-putting because you’re reading Paco Camino.