The Gaucho That Googled His Life

A gauche gaucho, a galoot, rawboned and grizzly, rode into a snoring border town. "Google me," he said, as he hitched his mare to a wild hair. The cranky cowhand had gambled on an internet cantina being open but the only horse in town had been gridlocked for hours. Later they found him slumped over a frozen quesadilla. "Poor Bugger." They cooed. "Poor lonely gaucho with his empty man-bag and no mail. Just a gadget for company, an uncharged blackberry. The god-damn humanity."